We need to go home, I signed.
Wordless, frowning his imperious frown, he got to his feet. 66: A Real Life
On the following night I sat on the bed looking at pictures of me, Jackson, and Noah. They were part of a “shipment” Jackson had brought over that day of my belongings that included the laptop (which I tried to give back to him because I did not consider it to be “my” laptop; he merely shook his head and put it on the pile), my personal papers, clothes, and whatnot. There was nothing quite so sad as watching him carry my stuff from his Jeep. He had packed it all very carefully. Respectfully, almost. We said nothing as he unloaded the boxes. He looked lost. Completely, totally lost.
He looked like I felt.
Now I had a horribly uncomfortable feeling in my gut.