Chapter 92

Standing, Dante stretches for the ceiling, his T-shirt pulling free from his sweatpants to expose the white and blue bodysuit he wears underneath his clothing. “Maybe?” he asks as he turns to lean against the railing so he can look at Ryan. “If it’s cool with your mom, and if you don’t mind—feel free to say no, baby, okay? You know that won’t bother me—but if you think it’ll be okay, maybe I can…I don’t know, maybe come with you guys? This morning. To the doctor’s?” He props one sneakered foot on Ryan’s chair in the space between his knees and shrugs. “I mean, I would really like to go. If you don’t…if you don’t mind.”