Chapter 38

He laughed out loud, a rough and booming sound that startled a flock of sparrows into flight from the nearby roof. "Sit." He pointed to the wooden chair next to him. "That young man with you, sit too. Don't stand. I'm not used to looking up at people." Rhys grabbed two folding chairs from the car. He sat a little further away, pulled out his phone, and looked down, giving us enough space. Mr. Corrigan looked at Rhys, then at me. A layer of something unreadable settled into his eyes. "Your...