Chapter 23Neither Beck nor Troy felt like eating breakfast.
“You haven’t eaten since, what, lunch yesterday?” Troy asked.
Beck nodded. “Wasn’t hungry.”
“You can’t afford to get sick. You’ll need to be a hundred percent to take care of George when we get him back.”
“I hope whoever has him is feeding him.” Beck sniffed back tears. “f**k, all I’ve done is cry lately.”
Troy pulled Beck into a hug. “You cry if you need to.”
“You haven’t.”
Troy rubbed Beck’s spine. “I’m too angry to cry. I’m sure I’ll shed some tears of relief once we get him back.”
“If we…” Beck’s tears increased.
“Hey, don’t say that.” Troy tightened his hug. “We will get him back. Now, come on, eat your oatmeal before it goes cold.”
“Probably already has.” Beck sniffed, disengaged from the embrace, and wiped his eye
