Breakfast is fun with lots of teasing and bantering. Heath says something so like what Brian’s father would say, it makes him think of his dad. Suddenly missing him, Brian is afraid he’s going to cry.
“Excuse me,” he said, dropping his napkin. His meal was only half eaten, but his appetite was gone.
Jordan started to go after him, but her father stopped her.
“I got this, baby girl. Got a feeling it’s a guy thing.” He got up and followed Brian.
Heath found the boy on the front porch, barefoot and coatless, shivering in his shirt sleeves. He dropped a pair of battered slippers on the porch and handed him an afghan from the couch. Brian bundled up and Heath led him to the porch swing. They sat, swinging for a minute before Heath spoke.
“Want to talk about it?”
Brian shrugged, shaking his head.
“Meaning you do…
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