"We built a lot of towers."
"I heard." A tiny smile played at her lips. "The crashing was hard to miss."
"He needed to be loud," I said, remembering Tom's confession about trying to be good for her. "He's been holding too much in."
Bella's smile faded. "What do you mean?"
"He told me he tries to be good so he doesn't make you sad, that he hears you crying at night." I kept my voice low so I wouldn't wake Tom. "Bella, he's three years old and he's worried about your feelings."
She looked away, wrapping her arms around herself. "I didn't know he heard me."
"He loves you so much he's trying to protect you." I shifted Tom slightly, trying to get feeling back in my arm. "You've done an incredible job with him, but you don't have to do it alone anymore."
"I've been alone for years, Caleb,
