Wilder spent most of the day in his old room, in the Winter House. He hasn’t been here for a few years so it was still full of rock posters and the occasional picture of girls. He didn’t care, though. The main thing was that he was close to his parents’ room. All of the rooms were soundproof still he listened, to hear any odd noise coming from the room.
The next time Wilder opened his eyes, few hours have gone by. He must have fallen asleep. He got up and stretched his sore muscles and then looked at the mirror. I look like a homeless person. Wilder realized. When Robin only gave him 30 minutes to get ready, he didn’t have much time to do everything it was a rushed shower and throwing on something that didn’t smell of alcohol and s*x.
Wilder rummaged through his old wardrobe unti
