Wesley is under the stairs again. This is where he comes, to hide and to think. It’s the one place he can be free of his father’s influence.
His father never hits him, but sometimes Wesley wishes he would. It would be easier than the constant disapproval, the contempt, the sneering at even his best efforts. No matter how intelligent Wesley is, and his grades speak for themselves, he still turns into a bumbling idiot when around his father, stumbling over his words and dropping things.
He prays one day he’ll be a successful Watcher and prove his father wrong.