Alec.
I didn’t manage to go to Riley’s yesterday as I promised. When 8 o’clock came around, something else came up. I messaged her but never got a response, and now I’m standing outside her house, about to walk inside.
They are going to her auntie’s today, and I’m hoping she hasn’t already left. I’ve missed her, even if it’s only been a day since I last saw her.
“Alec, my boy, come look at this,” Paul calls from the garage, the door slightly open.
Well, I guess looking for Riley will have to wait. Walking inside, I find him sitting at his desk. “What’s up, Pops?” Even though he isn’t my dad, I still call him that.
“I just finished it. Let me know what you think.”
Looking over his shoulder, I see the wooden sculpture he was working on a couple of weeks ago. It’s the Titanic, which is
