His heart beat a little faster at the thought of telling Dad, but that was okay. Because he was scared that Dad might be disappointed in him, but that didn’t lessen his courage. Courage wasn’t the absence of fear, was it? Courage was being able to act despite that fear. And Dad…DadlovedWyatt. Wyatt had always known it, and never doubted it. So even if he was disappointed by Wyatt’s change of heart, or baffled that he’d never told him about it before now, it wouldn’t make him stop loving him. Not even for a second.
Wyatt drew a deep breath and checked the time on his laptop. It was past ten. He got up from his desk and crossed to his door. He peered down the dark hallway. The door to the main bedroom was open, light spilling out, and he could hear the low murmur of voices.
He headed toward them.
He passed Lettie’s door. It was ajar, but her light was off.