When I finished talking with Mrs. Presley, I decided it was time to head to the lake and find Easton. Watching him interact with the little boy made my heart feel strangely heavy. I had never imagined he could smile and laugh while teaching a seven-year-old how to fish.
I'd honestly thought he would have thrown the poor kid into the lake by now.
"How's the fishing going, guys?" I asked.
Both of them turned to look at me.
"We caught a really big one!" the little boy exclaimed excitedly.
"Really?"
"Yeah! Look!" He pointed at a metal bucket beside them. Inside was a huge fish.
"Wow... it's enormous," I smiled. "What are you planning to do with it?"
Easton was the first to shrug.
"We're going to cook it."
But the little boy looked at Easton in horror. He shook his head repeatedly and
