It was a shout from the past, and Wyatt's father was suddenly here, right beside the two of us and sharing our step. I never told Wyatt, but sometimes I talked to his father when I was all alone and out on the ranch, where I knew his dad could still hear me. I’d whisper promises to him that I’d love and cherish his son forever, and that I’d try my best to never, ever fuck up again. And if I did—because of course I would, I’m me—I swore I’d make things right every time. Abel, I’d murmur to the wind. I love your son, and I’m going to love him for all time. I promise, I swear. He’ll never be
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