Chapter Twenty-Eight: Misunderstood Grief Pt 1- Landry

I wait patiently on the front porch of our cottage trying to mentally prepare myself for what I’m about to say to my dad.

'He does anything to Jennifer or the pup and I’m ripping his throat out,' snarls Matthan.

'I may not be much of a fighter, but do you really think I’d stand by and let him hurt my animai and baby? Do you think I’m that incapable of protecting my family?' I ask sadly.

Matthan sighs and sits back on his hind legs, 'Of course not, I didn’t mean it to come off like that. I have every faith in you, and I mean that. I’m just a little overprotective these days,' he says sheepishly.

I smile and give him the mental equivalent of a hug, 'I guess it comes with being expected dads.'

Our moment is interrupted as I hear the sound of a car approaching in the distance and it’s not long before I see my dad’s navy blue Mercury Marauder pull up the gravel path behind the Ryder’s aqua-blue Toyota Prius. My dad has had that car longer than I’ve been alive. He never felt a need to