Chapter 4
Tyler pulled up to the Marshall household at five after ten in the morning. The house hadn’t changed much since their childhood other than the slow deterioration. A dark spot sat in the corner of the tan roof, the light blue siding needed a little tender love and care, and the yellow door wasn’t nearly as vibrant as it once was when Mrs. Marshall had painted it. It was all cosmetic bullshit Tyler could fix in a weekend, but the entire Marshall clan was too proud for their own good. They’d prefer to pile everything on their own plates and refused outside help. It was actually something he admired.
Every time he hit a bump in the road he wound up in his father’s office, tail between his legs, while Dad helped him out of another situation. He never asked, but he never refused eith
