Maybe…maybe. The word endlessly repeats as I finish cleaning up another mess Holt has made.
But that was ten years ago, and tonight…well, tonight he really is taking care of me.
Somehow, I keep my voice level and say, “I never asked for you to take care of me.”
“But you needed it, just like I did, and I never did a thing for you. I took and took until you left.”
Holt is still facing the sink, and his words punch me in the gut.
They hurt so bad I can barely choke out, “Don’t. Please do not say things like that! We were both very young, and doing the best we could under the circumstances. You are healthier now, and in a much better place.”
I force a smile to my face and thrust a joking tone into my voice, “Also, the curry goat was delicious. Seriously, mon, anybody would forgive you an
