EARLIER THAT AFTERNOON:
“Ya need to hammer that in a lil’ closer to the edge,” Darren instructed from across the foundation. “Otherwise, they won’t hold tuhgether.”
Sawyer kept one hand on the nail and let his other fall, hanging his head low. He chuckled under his breath. “You don’t think I know how to start a frame?”
“Hey now, I said nothin’ of the sort,” Darren replied, defending himself. “I was jus’ offerin’ some advice.”
“Well, advice noted,” Sawyer answered, getting a grip on the head of the nail before hammering it into place.
“How’s Waverly been these days?”
Sawyer paused. “She’s getting worse—she doesn’t believe she is…but I can see it in her face.”
“Her healin’ still isn’t workin’? What about those meds? Have ya tried somethin’ different?”
Sawyer’s gaze dropped to the ground and he kept quiet for a minute. He hated lying. “Yeah…we switched but it’s still the same.”