Sunday night, at their parents’ home, Rye stepped out on the front porch, where Liam and Will were sitting, and quietly shut the door.
Liam looked over at him. “Mom okay?”
Their mother wasn’t feeling well this week. She’d caught a bug from Austin and had been in bed for days. But Liam knew it was the grief and loneliness that was gnawing at her. She’d spent the last six years taking care of their father and now that he was gone, she seemed not to know what to do with her time.
“She’s all right.” Rye went down the steps and stood in front of them. He raised his chin at Will. “She said you were thinking of moving out?”
Seemingly embarrassed, Will glanced over at Liam and then looked back at Rye. “I don’t think I should be in school anymore. I think I need to get a job…or something.”
Rye
