“Yeah,” Wyatt agreed.
Josh dropped his hands. “Still, thanks, man. At least now I know she’s okay. That was the most important thing. I appreciate it. More than you know.”
Wyatt’s hand clamped down on Josh’s shoulder and gently shook him. “Josh. Look at me. You are Sadie’s brother. Which in a couple of months makes you my brother. We’re all we got, man. You, Sadie, me and Jules. We’re a family.” He stood and pulled Josh into an embrace.
“Thank you. I mean it.”
“Talk to Sadie if you need to.”
“Yeah. I will. You want to grab some lunch or something?”
“Nah. I’ve got to get back to Charleston. Call us.”
As they walked to the front door, another old ghost from the past rose. “Hey,” Josh asked as they stepped out on the porch. “I hate to ask, but do you think you can get the original police reports on my parents?”
“Probably. Is that a wound you want to go digging in?”
“I don’t know. But I’m starting to think want isn’t the right word. Maybe I...need to.”
“I’ll look into it.”
“Thanks. And, Wyatt?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell Sadie not to call me about this right now.”
Wyatt’s laugh made him smile. “I will relay your message.”
* * *
MICKIE LOOKED UP as she heard the front door close. She waited but Josh didn’t come back from the living room. “Josh?” She stood and moved to the opening between the kitchen and living room. He was standing facing the closed door, his arms on the frame, his forehead resting against the wooden surface. Unease prickled down her spine. “Are you okay?”
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