Page 70 of Chaos has a Name
This was his Dad, and every now and again, a person needed to see their father.
For Wyler, it had been too long since he’d seen him, and truthfully, Timothy looked younger—like he remembered him in his younger days.
His face had no lines, and instead, his dark eyes held truths that Wyler had never learned because he was too busy with his life.
“You were offered the chance to learn it all,” Timothy said, leaning against a tree as he stared at his son. He could feel the sickness, and knew why this son had come for him.
Timothy spoke to Ethan all of the time, and in their moments, he heard all about Wyler. While proud he’d turned his life around, finally, there was still annoyance at some of the things he perpetuated.
How could there not be?
“I know, Dad. Now, though, I needed to see you.”
Timothy said nothing.
When he was summoned, it meant not being able to follow around Elizabeth, making sure she was safe. That was a full-time job.
When she was here, in the woods that he continually crept through, even after his death, it made his job so much easier.
There was no retirement in his death.
There was only more work to be done.
“Thank you for coming,” Wyler said. “I need someone to advise me. I have no one in my life I can ask.”
Timothy wasn’t amused.
Why?
What wouldn’t he give to have had more time to live? Only, his heart had given out well before his soul wanted to leave.
Now, his son was here, willing to take the easy way out. That didn’t sit well with him.
Not.
At.
All.
Unfortunately for everyone, and himself, Timothy had left too soon. He’d only gotten to hold CJ, Ethan’s first son, but none of the rest.
What wouldn’t he give to sit with Charlie and stare into his grandsons’ eyes, and his granddaughters’ too?
He’d missed out on a lot of things that his son was taking for granted. That was why he was hesitant to show up to talk to him.
Timothy was disappointed.
“Well, I’m here. Ask,” he said.
Wyler heard it.
“You’re angry with me.”
At his words, Timothy began walking, and Wyler fell into step with him. He wanted one more walk with his father before he met him in the Happy Hunting Grounds.
“I’m not angry, Wyler. I’m disappointed. That’s all,” he admitted. “Your mother is too. You’re the talk on the other side, as of late.”
That hurt Wyler’s heart.
