Jase adopted him when he was two, but only to win his mother over. The guy couldn’t care less if he were alive or dead. Straight As didn’t impress him. First place in the Coral County writing competition, and the youngest author to ever be published in a Best of Horror Anthology didn’t matter. If anything, the accomplishments seemed to make him more invisible. Heath’s mother was still a great mom, when she wasn’t tied up with one of Jase’s stupid town functions, or retreats. Outside of that, the only person who seemed to care at all about him was his papa, and even that felt more like someone just keeping an eye on him in case of…well, who knows. Maybe he cared and didn’t know how to show it, or maybe he was holding on to see if his grandkid’s properly functioning brain paid off down the road. Whatever the old man’s reason, Papa Schultz was there. He was present. All Heath had to do was ride his bike down to the library, and there he was.
