Chapter 61

Corbin

By the second week of February, I’m so tuned to my wife that I can tell the difference between her regular end-of-day tired and the kind that’s carrying a secret under it.

This is the second kind. I walk into the house smelling like green soap and late hours, and the first thing I hear is Wyatt in the living room growling at a plastic dinosaur like the little man’s got a personal grudge aga