“He cried,” Jonah said. “The whole time. I’ve never seen a grown man cry like that.”
Cloe was standing in Eleanor’s hallway with the dinner noise behind her and the phone pressed to her ear and Mac leaning against the wall across from her, close enough to hear if she needed him and far enough to give her the conversation.
“Tell me what happened,” she said.
Jonah exhaled. He sounded young and shaken and something else, something she could not name yet.
“We met at a coffee shop. His idea, his choice of place. He was already there when I arrived and he looked at me and he.” Jonah stopped. “He just started crying. Right there. He didn’t even say hello first. He just looked at me and cried.”
Cloe pressed her back against the wall.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Jonah said. “I’ve been imagini
