Becky
“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, joining me at the railing.
“Too much running through my head,” I admitted. “The article. Damien. Everything we still don’t know how to fix.”
“I keep thinking about what you said earlier,” he said quietly. “About wanting to run. I understand it more than I let on this morning. I think some part of me wants to take you and Micah somewhere no one can find us too. Just disappear from all of it for a while.”
“Why didn’t you say that?”
“Because I don’t think it’s actually the right answer, even if it’s the one I want in the moment.” He turned to look at me, something soft in his expression despite the exhaustion evident underneath it. “But I wanted you to know I feel it too. The wanting to run. You’re not weak for feeling that, Becky. You’re just tir
