Pain in his knuckles brought him back to the here and now as he drove his left fist into the punching bag.
Damn it, Drew. What the hell are you doing?
The Claytons had given him this punching bag for Christmas the first year he’d lived with them. By now it was so old it was nearly disintegrating. He kept patching it up with duct tape. This punching bag was the first thing anyone had ever given him that was specifically tailored to him. To Lyle Guero, not to “generic foster child who needs new socks.”
Weird thing to hold onto, but there it was.
After he rescued Drew, everything opened up for him. He fought, worked, struggled every moment of every day after that—to get to where he was today.
A charming guesthouse in a historic lodge tucked away in the pristine forests of the Cascade Mou
