It’s raining when he finds me.
Not dramatically — just the ordinary October rain that has been threatening to pour down all day and finally decided, at 9pm, to follow through. I am outside because I needed to be outside, because the house was too full of Mira’s confession, the nine boxes and the envelope I still haven’t opened.
I am standing at the end of the block with my hoodie up and my hands in my pockets doing nothing in particular when he appears at the other end of the block and walks toward me.
I don’t run. Or tell him to leave. I have used up most of my energy for the week. Also, something has shifted since the library meeting — in the list of things I know and that has changed where Caden sits in it. Not forgiven. Not resolved. Somewhat tolerable.
He stops in front of me. He
