Cecilia misunderstood his silence.

She raised her head, her eyes searching his face.

“Waylen, are you mad at me? I won’t meet him alone again,” she said earnestly.

Waylen replied, his voice hoarse, “Silly girl!”

How could he be angry with her?

He was simply consumed by worry, imagining how heartbroken she would be upon learning about Mark’s serious illness.

to have reached an impasse, Waylen had never

really be

never been

matter had left him in constant

hours of the night, Waylen smoked in

creaked open, allowing a sliver of light to filter in from

it was

a small figure with a head of

extinguished the cigarette and patted his thigh

asleep? Do you want Daddy to hold you?” he asked in a soft,

hurried barefoot into Waylen’s embrace.

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