Page 4 of Perfect Pact

“Is everyone okay?”

“Not sure.” Wyatt’s eyes land on mine, then to my hand laying across Mr. Jacobs’ wrist. “I hate to ask you this, but do you happen to know how to reach his son or anyone who might have his number?”

I want to spit fire right now. Not a single person has come to help him, check on him, or even send him a damn Christmas card. No one has cared all this time, why would they care now?

“It’s okay. I know it’s probably hard for you to think right now.” Wyatt gives me an out just as my eyes land back on the picture Mr. Jacobs found of importance. One of the happier times with his wife, their son, and his family before he became Grumpy Old Man Jacobs.

I sigh. Then stand.

“You don’t have to get it right now.”

“Yeah, I do.” Patting Mr. Jacobs’ hand, I stand and walk over to the nightstand, pulling out an old leather notebook. “I think you’ll find everything you need in here.” I hand it over to Wyatt.

“Thank you.”

I smile tightly before glancing back over my shoulder and whisper a promise to the only man who has ever mattered. “Until the next graffiti sunset.”

And now I know what a broken heartreallyfeels like.

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