“A T-Rex named Pete. In loving memory of my fallen friend.” Gray’s beloved dick-o-saurus statue—Dino-Pete—had been lost in the fire that took our home. Mason had found him another one online, which Gray had dubbed Dino-Steve. He had several more now, each varying in size. They lined a shelf in the room he shared with Mason. He’d also placed a few throughout the house, something Clara pretended not to notice, though her eye twitched when she’d spotted one poking out from her herb garden in the backyard. Another in the cupboard was holding her spices.
