#Chapter 119: Wish I could take it back

EVAN Peter was sitting at the dining table, reading a book when Evan came downstairs. “Hey, Dad.” “Hi, son. What are you doing up? Can’t sleep?” Evan sighed and sat down across from his father at the table. “I actually came to talk to you because I need some advice.” “Oh? About what?” Peter closed his book and set it aside. Evan’s heart was pounding. He actually felt kinda shaky, too. “How about I put some coffee on, then we’ll talk?” Peter shuffled off to the kitchen, giving Evan time to collect his thoughts. There was a small fire burning in the fireplace. Evan crouched beside it and opened the grate, then started working some new logs into the fire. “Quite a blaze you got there,” Peter said when he returned with their coffees, carrying the mugs carefully in both hands. Evan looked at the fire. Oops. He’d made it huge. Just got carried away. “Sorry about that. I’ll go grab some more wood from the pile, before I go to bed.” “It’s alright,” Peter said.