All Chapters of The Heaven Hill Generations Series: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dalton"I can take your shift if you need me to." Wild reaches over, grabbing a chip from the basket in front of us, dipping it into the queso we all love."You have enough shit going on in your life, I can take my shift. I'll ask Denise to watch Walker," I argue, grabbing a chip of my own.It's only been a few days since Mandy left, but it feels like a few months. I miss her, more than I did when she was at the house and I was at the clubhouse. Back then, I always knew I could go there and check on her if need be. Right now, she's fifty miles north, and I'm going out of my fucking mind, wondering if she's okay.But this is part of the process that will, with any luck, make her better, and if it's going to bring her back to me, I'll deal with anything thrown my way."How's Walker doing?" he asks as our plates come to the table. I lean back, admiring the smoking plate of fajitas in front of me. The two of us don't normally have lunch together, but when he asked, I accepted.

DaltonIn the first decade of Walker's life, I've never had to go to school to pick him up - that was always something Mandy managed. Either she'd take care of it, or arrange for someone else to. We've always been good at splitting everything when it comes to the day-to-day, and anything having to do with Walker's health fell to her. His safety fell to me.So I don't know how to handle this.Having to get him at school two days in less than a week. Especially when he's sick and hurting from missing his mom.I'm driving the shop truck when I come to a screeching halt in the parking spot reserved for parents at the front of the school. About the only thing I do know is he probably shouldn't be on the back of my bike if he has a fever.I drum my thumb on the steering wheel, wondering what the fuck I'm supposed to do. How am I supposed to handle all this shit by myself?It's what Mandy's been doing, isn't it? My fucking subconscious taunts me.It's what she wanted.I

MandyThe circle is a little smaller today. Two people who have been in my group since I got here got to go home. Looking down at my engagement and wedding rings, I'm hit with a longing to see Dalton and Walker again. A type of longing I haven't felt in years. It could be the new medication they have me on to control my mood swings, or it could be that I'm finally coming out from underneath this dark cloud I've been under for so long. "When was the first time you realized you weren't like everybody else?"The leader of our circle asks the question, and I do like I've done every day since I got here a week ago - I truly think about it. I close my eyes and settle into the question, giving it a few moments to dig itself into my conscience and then answer it truthfully. When it comes to my turn, I speak slowly."The day my mom was served papers saying that they were going to take our house." I clasp my hands together in front of me. "Things had been rough prior to that. Me and

DaltonEntering Wet Wanda's is almost like coming home. Weird, I know, but I've spent so much of my life in this place. The dark, hazy atmosphere is exactly what I need right now. Smoking hasn't been allowed in Bowling Green bars for years, but here people do whatever the hell they want to. You've gotta respect people who give a middle finger to what's supposed to be right, and just do what they want.Drew is standing in the corner, his arms folded over his chest, nodding at something Jagger's saying. Walking over to them, I wait until there's a lull in the conversation."How's it going tonight?""Getting busier." Drew chews on a piece of gum. "But it's still early. Jagger and I were talking about a possible new recruit.""Oh yeah?" I turn to the other member of the club.He's older than us, but you'd never know it. He doesn't seem to age. "Yeah, a teacher who works with B."I raise my brow. "A teacher?"He chuckles. "Yeah, you'd be surprised. He seems legit.""

DaltonMy hand shakes violently as I pull the envelope out of the mail slot at the clubhouse. It's addressed to me, and I can see Mandy's feminine scrawl across the white paper. Not looking around at anyone else, I put the envelope in the pocket of my leather jacket and beat feet to my dorm.If she's going to ask me for a divorce, I don't want anyone to see me going through the five stages of grief all in three seconds. I'll take the time I need to digest if, if that's what she's asking for.Closing the door between mine and Walker's room is hard. It hasn't been closed since he came here to stay with me, but I need privacy. Thinking twice, I lock it, pressing a hand against the wood, making sure it's shut all the way. I'll need to prepare him if we're going to go our separate ways.Sitting down on the bed, I take the envelope out and put it on the bed in front of me. I stare at it, for what seems like an amazingly long time, both needing to open it and dreading to at the same t