Chapter 7
On Friday, near the end of the week, Wes had a few inescapable virtual meetings. He didn’t want to leave Finn alone, but some graduate students needed reassurance, and that was the compromise. He ducked into his home office for an hour or so, left Finn equipped with phone and crutches and hibiscus tea and gingersnaps and books and yarn and glowing candles, and promised he’d be back.
The sun had returned, or was trying to. It played hide-and-seek with coastal gloom and mist, and tried clouds on like wedding dresses, fluffy and silver-white. Their house, wreathed in springtime blues and greens and birch bark and cotton puffs, filled up with afternoon firelight and candle warmth, with the scents of honey and mint, sea salt and spun sugar.
The scents followed him into his offic
