Being Honest
All too fast, it is Ryan’s last full day at Nan’s.
And nothing has changed.
“Why won’t you come with me?” he demands. And now he’s in the middle of packing, almost about to leave—perhaps forever—and yet Alex has stubbornly stood his ground.
And Ryan doesn’t understand why.
Alex is lounged across his bed, feet on the floor and head dangling off the other side. He looks like he is examining Ryan’s posters upside down, but he could be doing anything, really, and Ryan wouldn’t know.
“Hey,” Ryan nudges his foot, and though Alex grunts, he doesn’t move. “Are you listening?”
“Yes.”
“So why won’t you come with me?”
Alex says nothing.
Ryan drops the shirt he was folding, and flops down on the bed beside Alex, mimicking his position.
“Come with me,” he says.
Alex says nothin
