Dalton
“Are you nervous?"
Looking up, I see Liam standing in the doorway of my dorm. I'm doing my best not to show it, but f**k yeah, I'm nervous.
“Yeah."
“You know she'll be okay, right?"
He ambles over to the couch I have in here, taking a seat on it. He's slower than he used to be in most everything, but sitting down and getting up is hard on him. Hell, it'll be hard on all of us after we get past fifty.
“I always thought she would be," I admit to him. “But this last time, it scared the s**t outta me."
“Scared all of us, Dalton. But she's learning what she needs to, in order to have a great life."
“I thought we had a great life." I pull a brush through my hair, anything to keep my hands moving.
“You did, you do, but you know as well as I do that mental health isn't one size fi
