Chapter 49

“Can I ask something?” He’d waited twenty-eight breaths.

“Yeah.” I’d been counting.

“About those three things…”

“Yeah?”

“What about a fourth thing? Companionship? People?”

“Ah. Well, yeah. I have people. My parents have forgiven me for the shit that went down, when maybe they shouldn’t have. My siblings keep their distance, and I definitely haven’t forgiven myself. Maybe I never will. Things are cordial when we all end up in the same room. The last funeral we all attended wasn’t mine, and, um, they seemed happy about that while still aware it could have been. It never feels like it did once. It doesn’t feel like it should, I guess.”

“How do you deal with that?”

I shrugged. “I don’t have a choice. ‘Cause, like, even if you don’t burn the bridge down, there’s damage, damage you can’t see, but you definitely tread lightly, and there’s always anxiety, right? I can’t blame them. I don’t. I have a lot to prove. Every day I have to prove it.”