Chapter 19

Before hopping in the shower, I made Devon toast, because he wasn’t allowed to use anything that got hot. I thought that rule was a little bit strict, but it was one I adhered to. The kitchen was spotless, so he must have too. Poor kid had to be starving. He was watching reruns of Two and a Half Men, which was also strictly prohibited. I didn’t say a word. I was a lenient caretaker in most other ways—or maybe a lousy one.