Two days later, Sawyer in his room, he got the long awaited call from his dad's assistant. Surprisingly, he hadn't thought about any of it since. When Toby called, even he was surprised by his own answer. "I don't know if I'll be there." He had no reason not to be. "Is Tom going?"
"Your father insisted on it." Toby answered. So there was that.
Out of curiosity... "Is there something going on with Tom? Besides the..." he trailed off.
"He's fighting in school." That hit Sawyer in the gut. "Your father gets calls. I don't think he's going to therapy as he should."
Sawyer pressed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Thanks Toby."
"Call him more often."
There was concern in Toby's voice. Which was rare. "I'll try. Thanks Toby."
He stood up from his bed and went
