Chapter 12“Aunt Helen, I am not coming to the ballet with you tonight,” Jamie said into the phone that was jammed between his ear and shoulder as he mixed cream and sugar into the cup of coffee that Chris had made for him.
He loved the way that they had fallen into relative domesticity when it was just the two of them. He loved the way that he and Chris moved around each other, how Chris squeezed his shoulders and pressed a kiss into his hair as he walked past on his way to the fridge, how Chris’s fingers brushed up against the inside of his wrists as they sat at the kitchen counter in the morning and decided what to do with their day.
“Yes, you damn well are, young man,” Aunt Helen replied sternly. “You’ve been out of hospital for almost a month and hardly a soul has seen you out and ab
