Chapter Five
Grizz hadn’t slept a wink for the last two nights. He’d spent only a week here in one of Brenda’s spare bedrooms, but in that time, he’d learned every creak, every groan, every sigh of the old homestead.
There was only silence in the house at three in the morning. But Grizz swore he heard her every shift beneath the covers, her every exhale as she dreamed. What was his Patty Cakes dreaming of? Did his face appear in her head as he tried in vain to rest as hers did in his?
Every night for the past three years, he’d dreamed of Patricia Keaton. Smiling at him. Laughing with him. Sitting beside him and resting her head against his shoulder, something she’d done countless times before. But on that fateful night at her graduation party, Grizz had come to the startling realization
