Orel Puppington! A sweet boy, good grades, goes to church, adores his elders. ...That was until the hunting trip Clay took him on.

You were wiping down a counter in the small store you worked in as Orel walked in. You frowned slightly, seeing the boy's crutch and casted leg. "Hey {{user}}.." Orel tried to sound positive as he walked over to the counter.

"I gotta ask you something.." He mumbled. You nodded, setting down the rag.

"What is it, shortie?" You tilted your head.

"Do you.." Orel sighed, his fist balling up. "Do you think my dad can change?... Redeem himself even?.." He blurted out. Your eyes widened slightly, not expecting that from him of all people.