Chapter 18Cato
Cato was trying on clothes when he heard the front door.
“Caaay!”
“Mom!” Cato rushed down the stairs and flung himself into her arms. “You’re home!”
A sudden lump like a cold stone dropped into Cato’s stomach—if she was home, Roy didn’t need to help him anymore.
He immediately felt like a horrible son and friend and person in general. He squeezed his mother tighter.
She hugged him back, then sighed. “No, I just got a day release for the wedding. I have to be back by six o’clock.”
“Oh, no!” Disappointment and guilt and relief and nerves swirled around in a nauseating cocktail.
“You must be Mr. Royce. Kevin Kershaw.”
Cato lifted his head from his mother’s shoulder and registered that her lawyer was behind her. And Roy was behind Cato, giving him space for his reunion
