Chapter 35

“Look at you,” Jackson said, a smile on his face. “Crushing on your little friend.”

“Shut it, Ledbetter.”

“He really got to you, didn’t he?”

“I said shut it!”

“You get so emotional about it.”

“I miss being a dad. I miss all the boo-boos and the cuts and scrapes and all the noise. Our house is so quiet it makes me want to scream sometimes. Noah was my little wingman, you know. And most of the time we didn’t have anything, but at least we had each other, and that was all right. That was all I needed. Now I walk around half the time and I feel like I’m missing something. It’s like someone chopped off my arm, and I just want to get it back.”

“You’ve got me,” he pointed out.

“I know.”

“Sometimes I think you forget that.”

“I’ve never forgotten that, Jack. I wouldn’t have made it without you. You’ve put up with all my shit…”

“Well, yeah, there was a little bit of that.”

“I owe you. I know that.”