Chapter 12Theo
I ate the delicious chicken soup and wondered about my mental state. I’d felt better that day, behind the house with Lake and Rey.
I’d smiled, or at least I thought so. I still wasn’t sure how long it would take me to believe that things were looking up, but a week of this f*****g dark cloud was scaring me.
The manuscript had taunted me as I’d tried to concentrate on talking about Hope with Rey. I’d recognized it immediately, because I’d seen the font Ruth had preferred that Lake hadn’t changed when he’d printed it out. It had been loud and clear on the title page on top. Untitled by Anneliese Harris.
I felt a bit choked up. The words Lake had spoken, “I love her words so much that I don’t know if I should mess with them,” had managed to reach that part of me that had sn
