Riley could hear the tiny girl running around upstairs, she had probably forgotten where she put Remington’s presents because she put them somewhere special. He knew if she thought about it she would figure it out.
“I know but you are patient with her and that’s what she needs. We are all she has and I need her to feel truly loved.” He sipped his beer and then glanced out the window, Mara had her mother but not really, not yet, when Charlie was better.
“So how have you been feeling? How can you be working when your legs are still so sore?” He asked curiously, only wanting his brother to be healthy and pain free. He wanted him to be independent but Riley had expected him to stay with him a little longer.