Chapter 79

Wyatt

The sound of her voice soothed The Beast, each night she curled up with us and read and I found myself settled and content in those moments my mind on the story and not what couldn't be. Her cycle had finished and her mood picked back up.

I watched her work with the boys on their homework without frustration and confusion, always relating things to something they could grasp if they did not understand. I even had messages from the boy's teachers about the strides they were making. However, there was one from Bastian's Algebra teacher that had me fuming. She on more than one occasion had asked him if he needed help with anything to which he had just shrugged off and disappeared.

It was Friday the boys clamored off the boat and the smells of Bri's cooking wafted up from the house.

"Claude, Lou, go put your bags up and wash up for dinner. Bas went to follow.

"Not so fast Bas," I said, clamping him on the shoulder. He stilled and looked over his shoulder at me wearily.

"What's up W