CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Compared to the normal hustle and bustle, all three of us spent a boring afternoon at Corrigan’s. Bryce and Corrigan played video games, laughed, and punched each other. I curled on the couch for awhile and then moved to the bedroom.
Katrice came down a few times. The first time she brought a tray of crackers and cheese. Her second trip consisted of cookies that she’d baked that afternoon. The entire house was filled with the aroma of chocolate chip cookie dough. And her third trip was with hot chocolate and tiny marshmallows.
Corrigan and Bryce ate it up—literally.
I accepted the hot chocolate and curled up on the couch afterwards.
Logan hit the doorbell around seven and Bryce gave me his phone to call my house. I didn’t ask for it. He didn’t offer it. He simply dr
