I was waiting at Micah’s house when he got home that night. He was dragging and looked like he’d barely slept the night before.
That made two of us.
“Thanks for coming,” he said, letting us into his house.
I thought about making a smart a*s comment, but I didn’t know where we stood so I just nodded.
“Want a drink?”
“Sure.”
He handed me a beer and we leaned against opposite sides of the counter, staring each other down. I sipped and toyed with the label on my beer bottle, wondering when he was going to say something.
“I shouldn’t have put all this on you,” he finally said. “It’s not your job to help me figure all this out. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head. “It’s fine. I just didn’t ** for an instant family.”
“Neither did I,” he said with a laugh. “I go back and forth between hoping he’s
