Chapter 9

More time passes in silence, but then he unwinds himself, climbs off my lap, and sits next to me. His eyes are swollen, his face red and splotchy, his hair sticking to his skin, but he straightens his back. “You should go out for your run.” His voice trembles but he keeps going. “You know you’ll get antsy if you don’t. I’ll be here when you come back, and we can talk more.”

My eyes start to burn and I blink so the tears won’t fall. I haven’t cried since I was six and had to go to bed hungry in a dark, ice-cold trailer, and I’m not about to start now. But I reach out and cup his scratchy cheek, unshaven this morning. “I really dolove you.”

He nods. “I know you do. And I’ll make sure it’s enough.”