13 Chapter 13

The attic was empty right now, but in the coming years Ben knew he’d store Christmas decorations there, as well as the clothes, toys, and books Ty would outgrow.

He found a shadowy corner and placed the box there.

Without looking back, he returned to the ladder, climbed down, and folded it in on itself. With that done, he put it back in place and closed the hatch.

He’d look in on his son a final time before he got ready for bed. 2: Come By Night

Ty

Birthdays sucked, for me at least. Each one meant another year where I didn’t grow any taller, didn’t look any older than the year before, and it had been like that since I was ten. Rather than sugarplums, visions of me still being carded when I was thirtydanced in my head, and always at the worst of times.