Chapter 18

“Thank you for telling me,” I say.

Frankie nods, his shoulders shaking. I grab his hand still lying between us, lace our fingers together, and brush my thumb over his soft skin. “Do you have more questions?” he whispers.

Do I have more questions? Definitely. Do I want to know the answer to any of them? “No,” I say.

We don’t speak for several minutes, both of us needing to collect ourselves. I empty the last of my tea, then pull our joined hands into my lap. He scoots closer and lays his head on my shoulder. “Is this okay?” he whispers.

I should say no; he’s taller than me and he’ll get a crick in his neck if he sits like that, but I want him there, so I don’t. “Sure,” I mumble.

After a while, he asks, “Do you want to talk about whatever it was you overheard?”

“I’m…not sure.”

“That’s okay. Only if you’re ready.”