Chapter 5
In the night, I got out of bed and traipsed down the hall to the empty guest bedroom. I heard Philip approaching. Standing in the doorway, he eyed me suspiciously, rubbing his sleepy eyes, and yawning. “What are you doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep.” I patted the empty space beside me on the bed.
“I want to make you smile, Chris,” he said, sitting next to me.
“You do.”
“I don’t feel like I can right now.”
“It’s hard right now.”
“All we’ve got is now.”
“You make me happy every day.”
“I wish I could do more.”
We sat in silence.
“I’m sorry if I said something that upset you,” he said.
“It wasn’t you.”
“Then what is it?” he asked.
“My father and I talked in this room when he and Mom came for Christmas last year.”
He nodded for me to continue.
“Do you remember?” I asked.
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