His smile beamed even brighter. “Let me see if Gavin’s gone yet. I bet you’re hungry, too. I’ll get you something to eat.”

He was right. I’d been so wrapped up in my sorrow and pain that I hadn’t had a chance to acknowledge the hunger gnawing away at me. “Thanks, Colt.”

After the door closed, I was left alone with my thoughts. It was easy for me to sink back into a pattern of self-deprecation, but I tried to distract myself with the view out my window to the front of the ...