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Mila
Devon’s stress and pissiness disappeared after talking to Vigil. Whatever he’d told my son, whatever encouragement he gave while working out in his garage gym, helped. While he appeared nervous readying for school the following Monday, Devon didn’t drag his feet when I dropped him off. He turned and waved before I drove off to head to work, setting my mind at ease.
He hadn’t shared with me, but I expected he’d spilled to a man he considered a friend, one he trusted more than his own mother. I had to remind myself he hid the truth to keep me from worrying, not because he didn’t trust me.
Vigil didn’t make an attempt to see me, and he didn’t return my thank you text from Saturday, either. I wondered over what went on in his head while buffing the retirement home’s floors, but dec
