Wyatt wanted to feel brave again, but he couldn’t go to the greenhouses, not when Izzy would get in trouble for it, and certainly not to the trailers where there was no cover story in the world that would excuse why he was really there.
Wyatt went downstairs and headed for the front door.
“Wy?” Dad called.
Wyatt turned and found Dad standing in the hallway behind him.
“Where are you going?”
Wyatt shrugged.
“No, kiddo,” Dad said. “I’m sorry, but I’m gonna need you to use your words for this.”
Wyatt swallowed. “Just a walk.”
“Just a walk,” Dad repeated. “Not to see Izzy?”
Wyatt shook his head.
Dad looked at him, his face etched with worry. “And you’ll be back soon from this walk?”
Wyatt wrinkled his nose. What did Dad think he was going to do? A mountain trek or something? “What?”
“You’re coming home soon from this walk, aren’t you?” Dad asked him, stepping closer. “You’re not running away, and you’re not planning on hurting yourself, are you?”