An ache formed behind Linc’s ribs. Had anybody ever just shown an interest in Wyatt without an ulterior motive? Had anybody cared for him when he was sick or just hugged him for no reason? Even the simplest gesture seemed enormous to the boy. Linc had at least had his sister to look out for him, even with his lunatic mother and absentee father. Wyatt had grown up with nobody in his corner, and that knowledge ate at something inside Linc.
