Chapter 33

When I reach him, he looks up with such pain in his eyes that I almost wish I hadn’t hurt him like this. If only I didn’t flush them away,I think, but I shake the thought away. Too late, I did, I dumped them into the toilet, and they’re dissolving in the sewer where they can’t hurt him anymore, and now I have to hold him up until he can stand on his own again. I have to be here for him—finally he has to rely on me,which is all I ask, that he lets me shoulder whatever weighs him down.

Lowering my voice, I say, “I love you, Aaron. I hate to see you like this, and I know you hate it, too. I did it because I love you. That gives me the right, doesn’t it? That love?”