I eyed Ellis suspiciously. Why was he here? Turning up unannounced, and just walking in the way he had had irritated me. Yet, his appearance made no sense. Why would he need to talk? He had evidently been involved somehow with how Harley had ended up in the hospital. From the things I heard while sitting with his parents, it had been Ellis telling the doctors of the rogue attack. But, at the same time, had it not been for Ellis, Harley would not have got to the hospital, and he would have bled out in the forest somewhere. That is the part that confuses me.
“Sit down then son.” My Dad says, acting perfectly normally with Ellis, a boy he considers his nephew. His best friend's son. A boy he has seen grow up from the day he was born. The same as Miles. The benefit of being best friends with
