To this day, his heart still ached when he remembered all those times he'd been denied. If it were up to him, he'd be spending every weekend with them. Their home was warm and lively. Mrs. Roberts was an excellent baker, and her kitchen often smelled of peanut butter cookies or blueberry pie.
She had played with them; board games, card games. And she'd read to them while they snuggled under a warm blanket on a thunderous winter night. Read them this exact story. Lucas still recalled how he'd gobbled every word up while they sipped hot chocolate. She would do the voices, and her narration was second to none.
Nostalgia, goddamn it...
"What's the point," he murmured, cutting Bobby off.
His best friend made a puzzled face. "Huh?"
"She can't hear you."
"You don't know that."
"I don't? Lo
