Chapter 18
Calix stared blankly at the book, not paying enough attention to read the words directly in front of his face. Instead, his thoughts monopolized his attention. Just like they’d done all night and into the morning hours.
After his breakdown, Calix had focused on the tasks at hand. Caring for Mitch, efficiently, though quietly. He’d worked on laundry, washed some dishes, cleaned up the cabin, and did anything to keep busy and his mind off his grief. A good plan except when bedtime came around. He’d tossed and turned, unable to rest comfortably. His brain wouldn’t shut off. Nor would his inner beast quit pestering him about moving forward and seeing what was right in front of his eyes. As a result, the next morning, he found himself yawning and drifting off on bunny trails instea
