Derek shrugged, a theatrical, innocent gesture. "Nope. But I did throw away an old, rusty piece of metal from the mantel yesterday. It looked like junk. I thought it was from one of Puck's weird toys."
"Mom," Puck said, his voice quieter than he intended. MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2...
"You threw it away?" Puck’s whisper was more terrifying than a scream. Derek shrugged, a theatrical, innocent gesture
The room went still. Marcus lowered his paper. Derek didn't look away from the screen, but a smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth. It looked like junk
Puck paused on the porch. He turned back just once, not to look at Derek, but at his mother. "You always said mom comes first," he said quietly. "But I thought that meant you'd come first for me. I didn't know it meant they'd come first over me."
He opened the door. The cold rain hit his face, but it felt cleaner than the air inside.
"The puck. It’s gone."