Epilogue
“Jesus, Rhys. Could you move any slower?” I yelled as I rushed around the kitchen. We had fifteen minutes to get ready. Lee dropped Rhys off at school on our way to work on the mornings he stayed over.
“Yes, I could. Calm down, already. Yeesh.” Rhys wandered in with his backpack in one hand and shoes in the other. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Oatmeal with raisins, and eggs, bacon and toast,” Lee replied. “You have your lunch money?”
“Yeah.” Rhys sat at the table and put his shoes on. Lee sat next to him and chewed on a couple pieces of bacon while typing on his laptop. We had both started our full-time positions at EnerGen last week and we were loving it.
The rest of the summer had been a mixture of fixing up the house, getting closer to Lee, and visiting Dad in prison—once. Not
