#Chapter 210 – Rest and Restitution

Beta Stephen drives us for hours that day, long into the night. The charms of the RV even wear off for the boys after a few hours, and they sit quietly at the table, playing a board game on the table. As I look at it, I frown in confusion to see that they’re using pieces from chess, checkers, and parcheesi on a magnetic table. Another game of their own devising, I guess. My frown turns into a smirk. Victor and I sit across the room from them on the little lounge built there, with his back up against the padded wall and me leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped against me. The day has been harder than I thought it would be. Not hard in the way that it is for the boys – they struggle against the boredom. I’ve had years of learning how to do that. But physically, I am starting to feel the strain of whatever ceremony Victor and I started. Yesterday, this morning, it had been easier to ignore. It had been a tiredness of the limbs, then, a shortness of breath that I could put behin