It feels good to just lie here, listening to Wyatt’s laughter. After the incident at the club, I swung by the admin department at the hospital and chatted with one of the staff there to make sure that his visit got coded as generic alcohol poisoning, nothing drug-related. Which isn’t strictly true, but I don’t want to risk Wyatt’s college career for one stupid mistake. Maybe it’s not right to bend the rules like that, but for family, who wouldn’t?
Wyatt carries three bacon strips over on a plate for me, each dripping with fat. It’s been so long since I’ve had bacon for breakfast, my belly is rumbling already. I take one bite and sit back, eyes closed, letting the fried goodness take me away.
I get a weird feeling, like a word you can’t remember that’s right on the tip of your tongue, and
