Chương 57: Chapter 57

And then Mom had died, and Justin had come back. Wyatt didn’t remember that much either. Justin had been just another stranger to him back then. It was Dad he remembered, because Dad had been different. Dad had been warm and kind, and he’d got down on Wyatt’s level to talk to him, and he hadn’t minded when Wyatt hadn’t talked back. He’d taught Wyatt to cook, and the rattle of pans was one of the most comforting sounds in Wyatt’s world, then and now.