Page 334 of Chaos has a Name
She wished she could answer that for him. Already, she saw the difference in him from fifteen years ago. Ethan had already begun finding himself.
He was a different guy altogether.
“The only thing I can tell you, Ethan, is you have to just release it. Wyler wanted you to dream walk with him. He wants to apologize to Catherine, and he needed you there so he could make that same apology to you.”
Well, he hadn’t gone there.
Although, he’d stormed out because he was afraid his temper would erupt. It was funny, but when he got out here, it was gone.
This place…it calmed him.
Oh, and that was all kinds of ironic.
Whether it be his grandfather watching over him, or his mother’s spirit still here, the anger was easier to let go here.
Ethan didn’t feel so lost here anymore.
It grounded him.
“I’ll do it for him,” he said. “I’ll help him if that’s what he wants. I don’t have the energy in my life to hate anyone. I just want peace. Whether it be him living or dying, I just want to know that I made my peace with him, so I don’t have to carry that with me the next thirty years.”
That she understood.
Elizabeth had made peace with her brother, Georgie, even though she hated him for what he did. She forgave Tony Morell for letting Charlie die and not getting him help.
She forgave Abigale for being so twisted and sick that she abused her and broke her other child.
She forgave, but she didn’t forget.
“Forgiveness is for yourself, Ethan, not the person you’re forgiving. You can let it go then.”
Yeah, he wanted that.
When they heard the creak of the ladder, they knew they had company.
When Gene’s head popped into the opening, he was holding a blanket and pillow.
“I heard there’s a slumber party. Am I invited?” he asked.
Yeah, Elizabeth knew this man was good for Ethan. What she couldn’t heal, Gene could help take care of when it was needed.
Ethan nodded.
As Gene got into the treehouse, another head popped into the opening.
“Oh, look. I found my tribe,” Chris said. “Room for one more?” he asked.
It was clear that the family was surrounding Ethan, and planning on taking care of him in his time of pain.
And that’s how it was supposed to be.
Again, Ethan nodded, and watched as his family came to support them. Apparently, they were sleeping in the treehouse.
And honestly, he didn’t mind.
As Callen brought up the rear, he closed the trap door, and dropped his things over it.
“Well, at least the bone-whistling nut won’t be able to get in,” he admitted.
