Chapter 32
Nearly twenty years passing hadn’t dulled Etan’s love of the bright sunlight in the living room of their apartment. Especially now that he’d finally admitted he needed reading glasses, even for studying Alex’s neat handwriting. The warm breeze drifting in through the open window, perfumed with lilacs even four stories up, managed to lift Etan’s gloomy mood a little bit.
He took off the metal-framed glasses and rubbed the ache between his eyebrows, trying to get it to ease up enough for him to be able to think. He could feel the ridge there, the muscles underneath his skin taking on a permanent crease that sometimes looked like a chasm to him in the mirror.
He wasn’t a kid anymore at forty-two, but surely he was too young to have such sharp evidence of his own anxiety right th
