CHAPTER 19: MAKING AMENDS

I excused myself and went to Greyson's room. He's lying on the bed while reaching his hands toward the ceiling.

"Are you okay?"

He pouted. "I'm bored. I want to go out and play."

"Unfortunately, you can't do that until you are fully healed. You need to wait for more days."

Someone suddenly opened the door. Greyson quickly removed all the emotions from his face after seeing that it was his father, carrying a platter.

I mentally laughed. I must say, this kid is a good actor.

"What's that?" he asked with a stoic face.

He put the platter on the table and opened the cover. The scrumptious smell of the barbeque sauce pervaded my nose. Even Greyson can't stop himself; his eyes are sparkling while looking at the dish.

"You mentioned last time that you love beef brisket, so I made you one."

None of us responded. He sheepishly scratched his cheeks.

"It's been a long time since I cooked, so I can't assure you that this will be really great. But I swear, I did my best to cook this dish.