What Works… 20A

It was so much fun to read. So into it, that he forgot he had written it himself. A smile on his face that wasn't fake or forced. For the first time in weeks. He should do this more often. Write, then read. It felt good to do so.

Two days later, all packed for however long this will be, he left the hostel and got into the car waiting for him. Happy to be away from school for a bit. "Hi dad."

Travis assessed his son. The bruises on his face. "What happened Sawyer?"

He rubbed the back of his hair. "I got into a fight." The car started moving.

"With who?" For the most part, he sounded better than he did on the phone. But he looked terrible. Well, not as bad as the last time he came to see him. "Otto?"

"Can we not talk about it? Please?"

"Okay." Travis nodded. "Sure."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see it when we get there. We've got more company than we expected. Tate and Raina are coming too."

"Really? What about aunt Beatrice?"