Could he prove to them all that he could make this comeback? What mattered to me the most was that he prove it to himselffirst.
“It’s not too late for me to go get a cake or something.” Vincent said, rising as well to help me clean up. “There’s that pastry shop right around the corner there.”
“No, he won’t like that.” Today was Lei’s thirty-fifth birthday. This morning, he’d been out of bed before me and quick to leave the house. He hadn’t even let me fix him a coffee. He’d been anxious, pale, and clearly ready to snap.
“He’s had a rough few days.” Vincent grabbed the cups from my hands. “And so have you, huh? Sit down. Forget the mess. Sit down.”
I hesitated and then obeyed. “I’m all right.”
“Justin—go see what Lou is doing, will you? Go help her out in there, okay?”
Happily, Justin took off, bringing his bowl with him.