Chapter 30

This would seem like such a blessing if it weren’t for Addison.

Ollie said, “I’m sorry. We’ll get something hot into you in just a couple of minutes.”

“I’m not alone,” Hank said.

“What’s that?” Ollie paused before the microwave, glass dish in his hand.

“I said I’m not alone.”

“I don’t know what that means. You look alone to me.”

Hank stared out the kitchen window at the darkness pressing in, like something palpable. He felt like he and Ollie were the only two people in the world. “I have a little girl. Her name is Addison.”

Ollie laughed. He set the dish down on the counter and scooped some of the mac and cheese onto a plate, an orange one like the one Hank had seen in Ollie’s car. Steam rose from the pasta invitingly, and Hank was torn between wanting to devour the food and finding a way to bring it home to Addison.