He gave me a brief nod.
“I’ve never had a family.” I was speaking to both of them but didn’t take my eyes off Asher. “I mean, I have parents and a grandfather and something that looks like a family from the outside. But it never feltlike a family. I’ve never belonged anywhere. Never been accepted for who I am. Never felt loved.” I leaned my forehead against Asher’s. “Not until you.”
His chin wobbled, and he squeezed my hand. “You’re breaking my heart again, Cinnamon Boy,” he mumbled.
“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered back.
“I realized this morning…” I straightened and checked that Mr. Cross was listening. “…that you two are my family. My family by choice. I’ve read a lot about families like that, but never understood before.”
“Go on,” Mr. Cross grunted.