Chapter Eleven
Max
“You know what I was good at in high school? Math.” I babbled, afraid of letting my end of the conversation slide. Or more accurately, fearful of boring this man. It was like he hung on my every word, and no man had ever done that before. Jude shivered next to me, so I let go of his hand and put my arm around him. “Now I sound kind of stupid, but back then, before Dad died, I dreamed about being a scientist, or, I don’t know, a teacher like you. Someone special.”
“Maybe you are special, but in other ways.” Jude murmured.
“Dad passed away from a heart attack two months before I graduated. Mom tried to get me to go to college, but I knew we couldn’t afford it. She didn’t speak good English then, and the only job she could get was as a cleaning lady in a cheap motel on
