Chapter 8: Wyatt
Wyatt checked his phone for the third time that day, but found nothing beyond random social media alerts. He plugged it into charger before grabbing some cereal from the kitchen, eating with his hands directly from the box.
“We’re on our own for breakfast, then?” Oliver ran his hands absentmindedly through his hair.
“Oh, yeah,” Wyatt said. “Sorry. I didn’t really think. Is that okay?”
Oliver shrugged. “It’s whatever. No big deal.” He took down his box of strawberry Pop Tarts, but put it back.
“I thought for sure you’d grab one of those. They’re your favorite.” Wyatt poured himself a glass of milk to wash down his cereal.
“There’s only two left and Cole likes them, too.”
Wyatt smiled. “You guys crack me up. You’re so alike. Is that what you do before you work on the
