Chapter 48

As he dipped his spoon into the bowl, Micah glanced around the room. “I’ve missed this place,” he said, a definite ache in his voice. “It always felt more like home to me than my own in Boston.”

“It’s been empty without you. I never once thought it was too big for me, until after you left. And then it felt like I had nothing but room.” Jefferson looked at his feet. “How long will you be staying this time?”

Seconds passed as he listened to Micah take several bites of the porridge. Then, the bowl appeared in Micah’s lap and his familiar hand settled on Jefferson’s knee.

“I left Boston, Jeff. For good. So I am here for as long as you want me.”