The evening sky looked gray. Rain fell softly, creating a gentle drizzle against Joe’s bedroom window. The boy sat quietly on the edge of his bed, hugging his favorite stuffed dog while staring at the closed door. Beyond it, Damien’s voice was faintly heard—talking on the phone with someone, probably discussing the wedding with Joe’s mother.
Joe closed his eyes.
He didn’t know how to explain it, but ever since living in Damien’s big house, his heart never felt at ease. Everything seemed luxurious, complete, and beautiful. But empty. Cold. There was no laughter. No hugs like before when he lived with Hunter Jackson.
Even though their old home was cramped and simple, his father’s hugs were always warm.
Joe wiped his eyes. That day, he had overheard his mother and Damien’s conversation by
