Wyatt considered the question.

“I hated seeing you hurt.

But I don’t need to hate him to know he was wrong.

It’s up to him what he does next.”

Then he picked up the rocking chair and turned it so I could see the underside.

A small inscription had been burned into the wood years ago: FOR ALL THE NIGHTS WE STAY AWAKE TOGETHER.

Our father had made the chair for Mom before I was born.