He seems embarrassed and quickly attempts to reach for his shirt. But my hand shoots out, and I snare his wrist. He looks at our connection, then back up at me. “No, don’t. You’ve done enough hiding.”
I want to ask him so many questions, but I don’t. I simply allow him all the time he needs to share with me something I don’t think he’s ever shared with anyone before.
He exhales, before telling me his tale. “June told you about Scarlett?” I nod slowly. “She was such a clever kid. It wasn’t rare for her to correct her doctors on her condition because no one was better educated than Scarlett. She read every single medical article and book published on her condition. But it didn’t make a difference. In the end, the illness claimed her life.”
I lower my eyes, feeling a kinship with Scarlett.
