My life with the Walter boys · Y/n story by @i_love

The autumn wind sliced through the cemetery, carrying the scent of wet earth and dying leaves.

Katherine Walter

Y/n, honey. she hesitated, voice gentle You don't have to stay. We can go home now.

The woman clasped her hands, waiting. Behind her, a man with broad shoulders and a patient expression stood with his hands in his pockets. A few figures lingered by the black SUVs parked along the gravel path—teenagers, mostly, shifting awkwardly.

George Walter

The drive is about three hours. he offered, quiet Plenty of time to rest if you need it.

Katherine Walter

You're going to be staying with us—with me and George and the kids. a soft, careful smile It's a big house. Noisy, too. But you'll always have a place there.

The wind picked up, and somewhere behind them, one of the boys coughed. Y/n could feel their eyes on her—curious, uncertain, waiting to see what she would do.