Chapter 16

“If you’ve never told anyone before, why me?”

“I…” He sighs. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.” I might not throw him out of my house, but I’m not letting him worm his way out of answering my questions. And I have lots of them.

My stomach rumbles, taking this moment to remind me I haven’t eaten since lunch, and that was only an apple and a granola bar. “You hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on then. You can tell me your story while I fix us dinner.” Without waiting for him, I move to the kitchen, where I grab a bunch of vegetables from the fridge. I’m making us Nana’s carrot soup, the special one with ginger she always made when I was especially upset about something my parents had said or done. I figure if it’s good enough to cheer me up in situations like that, it’ll probably work for the kind of story Mattis is about to tell me. If it doesn’t, nothing will.