Family Meeting
When they arrived home, Cayden made a move to go straight to his room, but Tara stopped him. She called her husband, pulled out a chair and invited Cayden to take a seat. Her husband, Mark, grabbed his arm and lifted up his sleeve. But it wasn’t a bruise, it was ink. Perhaps he had written on his own arm? But when his father made out the words that were branded there, he couldn’t believe his eyes.