Crack. The nut broke free.
Mack, overhearing this, felt a surge of pure, white-hot anger. He wanted to throw the tire iron into the woods. He wanted to scream that this was stupid, that a real father would help. But then he looked at Jeff—his little brother’s face pale, lips trembling from cold and fear—and something clicked.
There is no cavalry.
"Good," he said. "Now you know. Get in. I'll drive us to a garage." That night, after hot showers and a quiet dinner, Jeff finally asked the question that burned in both their minds. "Dad, why didn't you help?"
Crack. The nut broke free.
Mack, overhearing this, felt a surge of pure, white-hot anger. He wanted to throw the tire iron into the woods. He wanted to scream that this was stupid, that a real father would help. But then he looked at Jeff—his little brother’s face pale, lips trembling from cold and fear—and something clicked. mack and jeff dad---------s tough love 1
There is no cavalry.
"Good," he said. "Now you know. Get in. I'll drive us to a garage." That night, after hot showers and a quiet dinner, Jeff finally asked the question that burned in both their minds. "Dad, why didn't you help?" Crack. The nut broke free. Mack