Isaiah had gone immediately from school to the mall. He had a part-time job at GameStop, which his father didn't love, but he approved of Isaiah working, so he kept going. And it was a great excuse to be gone from early until late.
He trooped in at the tail end of the argument, his forehead creasing in confusion at the scene before him. "What's going on?" he asked, removing his coat and scarf. "What happened?"