But Wyatt wanted him. The boy was a big sucking void and Linc wanted nothing more than to fill him up, again and again, to give him what he so desperately needed. But Linc would be a monster for giving in. Wyatt was one big open wound, desperate for somebody to be all the things his father wasn’t, and Linc couldn’t do that, not in the way the kid needed, not the way anybody needed. There was something wrong with him; a wire had gotten crossed and he could never go back.
