Chapter Sixty-Three

Basil put the last article of clothing in his backpack and slowly zipped it closed. The small suitcase Sebastian had packed for him was lying closed on the bed. “I wish I could stay.”

Jaxsen nodded. “Me, too.”

“I’m scared, Jax,” Basil admitted as he sat down on the bed.

“I know,” Jaxsen said sitting next to him.

“What if it doesn’t get any better?”

“Then tell my dad again. Perhaps if there’s a repeated pattern there will be something he can do. And if nothing else you could just come stay here for an extended sleepover or something.”

Basil shook his head in despair. “She’s never gonna love me, is she, Jaxsen? I’ll always be too much like him.”