“Are you okay?” Jackson reached out to put a hand on my knee.
I was not all right.
I was bawling like a child.
“Just drive,” I said, wiping at my eyes.
“You really fell hard this time.”
“Don’t start in on me.”
“You can’t save all these kids.”
“But we could save one,” I argued. “And Tony’s that one, Jack. I know he is. I know it now. I don’t want to leave him behind in this place. He should be with us. It isn’t right.”
He pulled into traffic.
I tried to get hold of myself but met with little success.
“Wiley? What is it?”
“He reminded me of Noah. I know he died a long time ago, but it seems like it was just yesterday, and I don’t think I’m ever going to…”
I did not finish the sentence.
“We’ll see Tony tomorrow,” Jackson said softly. “Come on. It’s not that bad.”
“I’m sorry.”
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