"Jesus Christ Peter I'm coming!" I sighed and ran to the door. As soon as I opened it Peter burst through, then turned around and hugged me. His cru...hing embrace was overwhelming, and I buried my face in his jacket. He smelled like pine and cinnamon. Then the wonderful hug ended as he pulled away and grasped my shoulders."Tia. No fucking around. Tell me the truth."I shook my head. "I- I can't." I said, my voice cracking.Peter sighed. "Yes, you can." Then he leaned forward and kissed me. On. ..".I could see the shadow of his body in the pale moonshine shooting through our window. He sat down on my bed, facing me."Mom, are you still mad at me?" Oh... no John, how could I be mad at you? Why do you think that?" Well... after you know... what happened at the lake, you haven't talked to me... or... anything... you don't even look at me..." Come here John.", I sat up in bed, and hugged him motherly, as I had done for so many times, only this time I felt other strange feelings overwhelm. You come straight home after school. When you want to let me know who gave you that crap, you know where to find me. Got it!" He shot daggers at me with his eyes. I could see so much hate in him. "Oh, and another thing, if I ever see or hear that you touched your mother like you did this afternoon, I'm going to be the one touching your ass and it's going to be with a belt."At that moment, I really thought there was something evil within my son. Sounds dramatic but that was how I felt. The boy. Would you like that, sweetie?”Repulsed by both of you, I made my way downstairs, trying to give myself time to think. From what you’d just said, and the look on both of your faces, I knew that this wasn’t just a one-time thing—and I realized right then that our marriage was over.Wanting to have some evidence of what I’d seen, I grabbed my camera out of my desk drawer, but by the time I got back upstairs, I could hear the two of you in the shower. I waited in the hallway, eventually hearing you.