Chapter 44

“Maybe we can still have sleepovers,” Sean said into the silence.

Emerson looked up and a happy light danced in his eyes. “You and Pip are welcome here anytime.”

When Emerson returned to eating, a thought struck Sean. So that was it! Emerson didn’t want to become dependent on Sean, in case Sean decided to throw him to the curb. Staying here, being together in this zone, was so much better for him. Better for them both, it seemed. Sean hadn’t even been tempted to touch Emerson’s old guitar, though he had Emerson play it for him every night—just to keep his vocal cords in practice.

It wasn’t the same. I miss mine, he concluded to himself. He wanted to play, strum his fingers along the metal strings, hear the hollow tones echoing around him, feel the heavy weight of the instrument in his arms. He hoped Dr. Warner gave him good news. This week had been nice, but real life was ready to return.