Sydney ended up staying with me for two days. When I asked about work, she just shrugged and said she’d called in sick, and when I gently probed about Anthony being okay with her being gone for so long, she shook her head at me and said, “He’s a big boy. If he can’t handle two days without me, then we’re going to have to have a talk about clinginess.”
After that, I let it go. I needed her there; the house felt so big and empty on the few occasions when she went out to get us food and other supplies that I knew I couldn’t handle being there on my own. Not yet, anyway.
During one of those trips to Grapes to get us pizza, she was gone a fairly long time. I thought I knew why — I was in no shape to face any of my family, but I was fairly certain she’d stopped in at my Aunt Rachel’s apartment
