Chapter Three
WES
I keep Zeke tightly to me, holding him as he’s still broken apart. I don’t know what else to do, but having him here with me in bed seemed like a good idea.
In bits and pieces, I’m starting to understand what happened just now, what Zeke’s mum told him. But for now, Zeke is just curled up, barely responding to any of us. I’m not sure what’s going through his head, but I do know that I want to hug him, help him, hold him as close as I can for as long as I can.
I need to make him feel safe.
I’m not sure how I’m keeping myself together today, but I seem to be able to hold on to my sanity.
Maybe because this is different. This is not losing Zeke, this is him being taken away from us, and that I can fight against. I can fight when it’s someone else taking him. I’m holdin
