“Oh no.” She dipped her head forward before jerking it back up. “Please tell me the boys didn’t see it happen.” One look at my face and she already knew the answer to her question. “Gosh dang it.” She smacked the metal linen rack beside her with her palm. “That son of a bitch. That. Son. Of. A. Frickin’. Bitch.” I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “The oldest boy… he was the one to call 911.” Shelby’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh, Jesus.”
