Chapter 2: Lavender and CanoesOswald looked at the room Aiden had set up as his treatment room. It was beautiful—smaller than his last, but the energy was more relaxing.
“Looks really nice, Aid.”
“But?” Aiden tilted his head to the side as he watched him.
“But…I don’t know if I’m fit to work.” He would have to, though. The money he’d lived on for the last two hundred and seventy-three days was the money he’d saved for a down-p*****t on a house. He’d wanted him and Guy to live in a house, to maybe have a family one day…or a dog. Perhaps a dog would be better than children—Oswald didn’t know what to do with children.
It had taken years to scrape together; that Guy hadn’t put anything away should’ve been his first warning. But there would be no house, and unless he started working soon, t
