“I know.”
His shoulders dropped.
“I just wish I’d figured that out sooner.”
That afternoon, Christian and Chase sat together in my backyard for nearly an hour.
I stayed inside.
Whatever needed to be said belonged to them.
When Christian finally drove away, Chase knocked on my back door.
“He apologized.”
“How’d that go?”
“I don’t know yet.”
He shrugged.
“But it was the first conversation we’ve had in years that wasn’t about school, grades, schedules, or money.”
“That’s something.”
“I think so.”
PART 3
A few days later, I decided it was finally time to clean the garage.
Boxes left behind by the previous owner still lined one wall, cobwebs stretched across the rafters, and years of dust covered the floor.
I was sweeping behind an old stack of storage bins when my broom hit something on the wall.
At first, I thought they were scratches.
