Wyatt? What does he want with Wyatt? Another scuffle breaks out. There’s another crash and then everything goes quiet. I wait, but there is no more glowing light. My skin tingles again. It’s weird, but it’s my dad washing over me. I feel him. His dad-ness fills the air and surrounds me. Like when he wraps me in his muscled arms and hugs me in his lap. I breathe in and smell him. He is warm cinnamon. He is home.
