Chapter 8

It wasn’t where he used to live—that was on the other side of the city—but it could have been. It had the same kind of small houses with trees out front, well-kept lawns, and flowers by the sidewalk or in front of the porch. For a moment he felt a twinge of homesickness. Then he remembered what had happened that last night, and the scorn his father felt for him, and it vanished. “I sort of miss Mom, though.”

Shadow looked up at him, as if questioning his words.

“Well, I do. She cared about me. The trouble was, she cared more for him and so she overlooked how he treated me, which wasn’t really that bad until the end. He just…” Guy shrugged, getting an indignant hiss from Ghost, who had climbed out of the backpack onto his shoulder somewhere along the way. “Sorry.” He patted her head. “I’ll be more careful.”

“You have quite a menagerie there.”