But I never once mistook it for peace.

Chapter 4 — When the Dinner Went Cold

Sunday evening came the way any evening comes, with no sign on it that it was different from the rest.

I had made their favorite dinner, the one I always made for their homecomings, and by six o’clock the smell of it filled the house and I was glad, because the house had been too quiet for two days and I was ready to have it loud again.

The sun began to slide down behind the trees.