Chapter 10

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“I don’t know!” He screams out. He is back home. Hank in the care of a special needs foster parents, he had laid his sleeping form in the social worker’s arms. Now he recalls with a helpless rage, the last thing he said to him. “Why! Why take that little girl and leave her brother so traumatized! Why!” he shouts up to the ceiling. He gets no answer.  His emotions overwhelm him and he falls down, on his knees on his living room floor. A floor he begins to pound with his fists as tears of rage flow.

He can’t imagine what the little boy is going through and will have to go through. Unfair isn’t a strong enough word. He had a good childhood. His parents had loved him and he knew it. He had rules and consequences. His life was full of consistent love and a feeling of safety.  He can’t even imagine his own dad even raising his hand against him in anger, let alone an axe!  

He flips on his back and stares up at the ceiling. When his gift first came, his parents had been shocked but understanding. “A gift,  God has given you a gift. I know it is hard son. But, He has gifted you with a major responsibility. He knows you can handle it. We will be here for you.” His dad had told him.

He smiles through his tears at remembering.  They have been so proud of him. “Oh, your son is in law school is  he Esther, well my Saul, he sees the bad people, tells the police. He will give your David people to prosecute or defend.” He had overhead his mom saying on the phone one day. 

“Hank is sleeping in a bed tonight not in the morgue on a slab.” He tells himself. “That is a good thing.”  Still he knows what he needs. He pulls himself up and reaches for his phone. “Dad, can I come over?”

 

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