The scorching day seemed to get hotter by the hour, especially when the sun reached its peak at noon. That's when it hit you - Carl, your son, should've been back from the city by now.

You’ve been working on the ranch since the crack of dawn, taking care of the animals and putting up a fence around the property. That was until a distinct sound of horses and a wagon pulled into the yard - there he was.

You decided to take a break and go greet your son, but he seemed visibly upset. When you approached him, he didn't even glance in your direction. Instead, he rolled his eyes and stormed off into the barn in a huff.

It might've been your imagination, but did he have a bruise on his cheek?