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I never mentioned his name.
I turn and look back over my shoulder.
My heart begins to sink before it kicks into high gear as I remember her eyes. A crisp blue I’ve seen before.
That’s when it hits me.
She’s Trent’s mom.
Ronald’s wife.
“He was the sweetest boy,” she continues. “I loved the fact that he was too kind, too soft, but his father knew that wouldn’t do. He made it his goal to harden Trent. It’s not Trent’s fault that he goes about things the way he does now.”
And then, with a sad, small smile, she turns back to her plants.
I leave the little garden in a daze, stepping out a back door and edging myself to the waterline. A gust of wind hits me. The puffy, white seeds fly from the dandelion between my fingers, streaking across the air until they’re too far to track.
When I look back down, all that’s left is a stem.
Trent’s mom was right about the wrong thing.
Nothing in this world stays the same.
Chapter
Twenty-Six
TRENT
Today is a shit day.
I went for a run, but that didn’t help.
Ever since I saw Henry and his son together, I’ve been off.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them, but my own wounds are still fresh and making it hard for me to concentrate.
Now, I’m fucking around on my computer.
Story of my life.
Work. Work. Work.
The only time I play is when I’m giving Payton a hard time.
I lock my gaze on the screen in front of me, but I swear the words are blurry as I stare.
I’m not looking at the numbers. I’m looking past the numbers. Basically, I am one hundred percent useless today.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t clear my thoughts.
I should answer emails, but I’m just not in the mood for anyone’s bullshit.
Instead, I close out the screen and open a new one.
Solitaire.
Yep, it’s that kind of day.
