Chapter 98

“But I take your point,” I added.

“Wiley, I hope you believe me when I say I’m sorry about everything. I really am. I fucked up big time.”

“You could say that.”

“And I would not be wrong?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Are you ever going to forgive me?”

“I’m trying.”

“It’s nice to see you making jokes. You can be a little scary when you’re mad—I hope I never see you like that again. Remember the first time we argued?”

I smiled.

“I bought you chocolate and flowers, and you dumped them in the parking lot at Food World and walked away. Man, what a bitch! But I deserved it.”

“You certainly did,” I agreed. “And if I remember, it was for the same reason.”

“I know.”

He said nothing further. Instead he put his arm around me, and I leaned my head on his shoulder and let him hold me. He rubbed at my back, the way I did with Noah, comforting me, telling me that he was there, that it was all right, that everything was going to be all right.