“Yes, please,” said Shai, who seemed calmer, resigned to the truth of his situation.
Three times they tried calling Shai’s family on Jared’s phone, and three times nobody picked up.
“That’s it,” said Shai. “I will never see my family again.”
“Don’t say that. Trust me, time heals all wounds. They just need some time.”
Shai stared out the window at the falling snow, and for a while, Jared was hopeful that Shai’s mind was elsewhere, and that he was no longer ruminating about the fall-out with his family.
“I’m really grateful to be with you right now, Jared,” began Shai, holding onto Jared with one hand. “But you just can’t understand. I’m sorry, but you can’t. Aside from college and summer camp and a few trips to Israel, I have spent my entire life in Borough Park. I can’t just pick up and leave forever. That’s my home, that’s my world, where it’s safe and where I belong. I really don’t know if I can deal with your world.”