I finally rise to my feet after god knows how long, unlock the bathroom door, open it, only to find Cole crashing right down, bumping his head on the linoleum floor.
How long has he been here?
Did he stay the entire time?
"s**t, ow." He says groggily, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. I bend down to assess him but he seems to be fine. I get up and walk over to raid my freezer for an ice pack and wrap it up in a paper towel.
"Here." I say softly, handing him the ice pack which he takes it without hesitation.
"Thank you." He replies with the smallest smile while placing the ice pack on the back of his head. He gets up and moves over to the couch and I follow wanting to know why he is still here. He could have just left with his brother. Part of me wish he had. The other pa
