Chapter Forty-Seven
“Dad!” Wes exclaims that night when I suddenly appear at the glass partition that serves as his suite’s bedroom wall. “What are you doing in here?”
He’s already in bed. The same place he’s been ever since his failed attempt to get the judge to add him to Barron’s custody agreement. According to Mika, he claims he’s too sick to go to school. But other than lethargy, he has no other symptoms.
I understand his surprise at seeing me here. Tish had his rooms moved to the west wing of the house a few years ago so we wouldn’t be awoken by his middle-of-the-night tantrums. And it’s probably been months since I stepped foot in my son’s bedroom, I think as I do the mental math to figure it out. But then I realize…no, it’s actually been years. The last time I was in his room, i
