Across from him sat Ronnie, around the same age but already beautiful in Court’s eyes. He didn’t crush his crackers but instead used them as scoops, ignoring the spoon in favor of eating right off the cracker instead. He’d look across the table at Court and grin, a boyish smile that promised fun and adventure as soon as lunch was over.
So innocent, the both of them. So alive, so real, but so long ago, it took Court’s breath away.
He sniffled into the soup, his eyes stinging with tears or the steam rising off the Thermos, he wasn’t sure which. Bree heard and asked, “Is it burned?”
“It’s fine,” he assured her. “Tastes great.”
She glared at him, then relaxed when she realized he wasn’t joking. “Good. Adam says you get another dose of the antibiotics when you finish eating, and if you need something for the pain, I can give you one of those pills, too.”
“Adam says,” Court murmured, teasing.