The Room Painted Yellow
Months later, Wade’s foster license was approved.
His motorcycle brothers helped him prepare the spare room. They painted the walls a soft yellow, built a white bookshelf, fixed a small desk near the window, and placed a night-light beside the bed.
Wade stood in the doorway afterward, saying nothing.
One of his brothers asked, “You okay, Blue?”
Wade rubbed his hands together and nodded slowly.
“Just hoping she likes yellow,” he said.
When Lila arrived, she carried one small bag.
Hank the old dog sniffed her shoes, then gently rested his head against her knee.
Lila looked up at Wade.
“Does he stay too?”
Wade smiled softly.
“Every night,” he said.
That was the first time Lila smiled inside his house.
