“Lev, please. They’re just fireworks. You’re gonna be okay. I promise!” But I doubt he can even hear me. He’s still got his hands clamped hard over his ears. I twist around on the spot, trying to figure out what I should do.
Stay and deal with Lev?
Or leave and hope that he’ll be okay?
If it were only me, I’d choose the latter. Despite Polly’s efforts, I just wouldn’t have been able to justify leaving Lev in that state.
But it’s not just me anymore. I have my baby to think of.
“I’m sorry, Lev,” I say with a heartbroken hitch in my voice. “I’m so sorry.”
Then, biting back tears, I turn and sprint out through the door. Down the stairs, out the side exit, across the lawn as fast as I can, the wind drying the tears on my cheeks. When I reach it, I scale the fence the same way I did the f
