I catch his brothers watching us. Wyatt has said a few things to me about the change in Cash. How he hasn’t been this pleasant in years and how he seems to have some extra pep in his step. I haven’t told Wyatt about what Cash and I do after hours. It’s not my news to share. But Wyatt knows. Everyone knows. And go figure, Cash was right—people seem to be quietly happy for us. There’s no ribbing. No sideways glances. I just keep showing up to work, and everyone keeps respecting me for it. Simple as that.
