Kayce hadn’t expected for his wife to want him to leave, though he did understand where she was coming from. He was torn apart at the seams, and the only reasonable thing to do was to stay with his father. Or so he thought.

Kayce entered the bunkhouse, all eyes were on him as he moped past them, a slight slouch of the shoulders. He didn’t bother to look at any of them, he simply placed down his belongings and climbed the bunk bed, resting his black hat over his face as he closed his eyes.