Chapter Nineteen
Cathy tries to argue her way out of a trip to the ER, but when she opens her eyes and finds Michael in tears, she smiles, her face relaxing into a tired sort of acceptance.
"I'll come with you."
Michael stands back while he speaks, as the paramedics check Cathy and ask her questions, and without thinking, I step up and take his hand. It's damp and warm, and I catch it right as he's moving it up, and I know he's about to rub the top of his head.
He squeezes my hand as soon as our fingers touch, and I don't worry about whether or not it's wrong for me to offer him comfort. Not when his mother is going to the hospital in an ambulance.
"No," Cathy allows the paramedics to assist her onto a gurney, and Michael flexes his hand, but keeps it tightly in mine. "You two stay to
