Chapter Twenty

I wipe at a tear in my eye, but I don't feel the sorrow I expected. I'm able to smile. I'm getting there. It's been baby steps, but I am getting there, slowly but surely. I move away from the view, walking towards the door. “Did you mean it? About me staying the night?” The words stop me in my tracks. I turn to Wyatt.

“Of course.” I gesture to the gifts. “You will want to see their faces when they see these gifts of yours. Besides, seeing you in the morning will be the best gift of all.” For them, I silently add, and for me.

“Okay.” He says, following me out of the room. I lock the front door and head up to my room. He follows me, going to Ricky's room. “Good night.” He says.