Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Breathe in for four. Hold it for seven. Breathe out for eight.

Why did he have to be scared of everything? Why did he have to have days where he didn’t even know who he was? Why couldn’t he just be normal?

The sound of a dry twig snapping was as loud as a gunshot, and Wyatt spun around on his rock, his heart racing.

The guy was tall, dark-haired, tattooed and swaggering, a corner of his mouth already turned up in what looked like a sneer.

Izzy.

Wyatt slapped a hand over his mouth to prevent another sob escaping him, and shrank back, eyes wide, as Izzy took another step toward him. 4

It was Izzy’s first day at work. He’d barely been able to sleep, because he was so fucking nervous. How hard could it be, right? Would he be able to learn the ropes quickly enough for Justin to keep him on the payroll?