“Thank you,” Memphis said, nodding. Then, his face changed. He looked a bit melancholy. “Well, I did not have a good role model.”
Olivia remembered him mentioning his dad moved away when he was younger. “I’m sorry. It must have been really hard, growing up without your dad.”
He slowly tipped his head up and down, and looked away. Olivia decided to give him a moment. Memphis stared at the same spot on the wall that had caught her attention the other day—the remnants of the cross. Eventually, he said, “We are working on it now.”
“That’s good. That’s really good,” Olivia said. She reached out and gently put her hand on his arm, just above the blanket. “I bet being out here together has helped. Staying in that cabin always brought my family closer together.”
If her hand on his arm bothered
