Chapter 3

I’m sorry,I said, alarmed.

No!

I’m sorry, T-o-n-y. You don’t like people touching you?

Hate!

Why?

Hate! Hate! Hate! No! You…no! No! No! No! You…don’t do! No! Hate! Hate! Hate!

Okay. I’m sorry, T-o-n-y. I won’t do it again. I didn’t know.

No!he signed very angrily.

Okay.

No! You…no! Hate!

I’m sorry.

He bit at his lip. He was breathing heavily, obviously scared.

I’m sorry, I said again.

He turned to the window, put his hands on the sill. His fingers were shaking.

I glanced over my shoulder.

Jackson frowned back at me.

I crouched down so I wouldn’t seem so big, so intimidating. I waited for a very long minute before Tony finally turned to look at me.

I’m sorry,I said again, making an exaggerated “I’m sorry” face to show him exactly what I meant and that I really was very, very sorry. Tony stared back at me in silence. I waited for him to say something, to do something, to try to communicate, but all he did was stare.