“Yes,” I say, and start taking out all the spoiled and rotten things from the fridge. The sour smell hits me as I pull them out one by one. “All this time, I thought Mom was just oppressing me as usual, that you’d call if you needed something, and I was wrong. So yes, Noah. I’m moving in.”
“I don’t want you to.” He says it quietly, still standing there, looking grim and unfamiliar. “I can’t look at you.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter what you want, Noah. I’m here for Will. At least he wants me to.” I smile at his serious face. William just blinks back, eyes flickering between me and Noah. I sigh. “This is hard for me, hard for everyone. I wish you’d just realize you need help. You need someone—”
“I don’t need anyone!” It’s not a shout, not really, but it stings like a slap. He takes slow
