Chapter 22: Bring Contents to a SimmerLater in bed, Derek cuddled up against me, resting his head on my shoulder. “You must be so happy to finally be under the covers, huh?”
Yes, this was peace. A fleeting moment of tranquility. Spencer was safe in his bed in the next room, and my parents were home and healthy. Split was closed downstairs, everything clean and ready for tomorrow. And maybe, just maybe, I’d get a call this week or the next, from Anders, who’d tell me they were giving me the green light on the school. What more could I ever ask for? How blessed was I?
To think how tormented and enraged I’d been twenty years ago. And now, here I was, almost serene—a man people could depend on. What would Davie think of me?
He’d always believed I’d turn out like this.
“We have so much,” De
