Chapter 10

Thorn was wearing loose jeans and a plain yellow T-shirt when I arrived. His hair was damp and he was sitting on his bed, reading one of my books. It looked like a mystery. He smiled widely when he saw me.

“Hey! You have a good day?” I was still getting used to the air of happiness and hope that surrounded him now.

“It wasn’t bad,” I replied, letting him take the grocery bags from my hands and put away the items. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, better than I have in a long time. I should have asked, but is it okay for me to read your books?”

“Oh, sure, read whatever you want. You don’t want to watch TV?” I pointed to the flat screen on the dresser.

Thorn shrugged. “I can take it or leave it.”

“Okay.” I took a quick shower, and when I returned, Thorn had begun making pancakes on the portable gas stove I’d had for years, gathering dust. I smiled. “Breakfast for dinner, huh?”

His cheeks pinkened. “It’s one of the few things I know how to make. At least it’s filling.”