Peyton was sitting in her room that night. Listening to the night owls of nature and their prey’s final squeak.
Finishing up the letters she’d written over and over again, she waited and waited. And then the door to her room opened, “Baby.” Turning, Peyton looked at Walter Winslow not even shocked to see him. “Hello, Walter. Been a minute.”
Walter came into the room closing it softly, “We don’t have long,” he staged whispered as he grabbed a bag and started throwing s**t in it without even letting her speak, “Everything you don’t have here, don’t worry, we’ll get it later.”
It took a minute, but then Walter realized Peyton hadn’t moved like he wanted. “Pey-.” Looking at her annoyed, Walter found Peyton looking at him with the same expression. “Did you really try to use our daughte
