And you’re great with Goose. I just don’t understand, at all, why the news of a baby—” “Wait,” Daddy interjected, as if awakened by a tornado warning. Shit. Fuck. The unraveling was about to accelerate. Hanna had missed her chance to lead the conversation in a different direction. “Did you say Goose?” Mommy asked. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale and haggard.
I'm right arent I? He's dead!
