I found him outside the science building.
He was leaning against the wall with his bag over one shoulder and his phone in his hand and that look on his face – the one he'd been wearing since Richard's visit. Tight jaw. Distant eyes. The look of a man carrying things he wouldn't put down.
I grabbed his arm.
"Come with me."
He looked at my hand on his sleeve. Then at my face. "Where?"
"Just come."
"For what?"
Honest answer? I didn't know. My body knew. My brain was still catching up.
Everything had been so heavy for so long – Richard, the lies, the pattern, the conversation I'd replayed forty times in the car with my forehead on the steering wheel. I was tired of heavy. Tired of meaningful. Tired of every single moment between us carrying the weight of something we'd have to talk ab
