Chapter Eleven
Tom
I just want to curl up and cry all day, preferably for the rest of the week, or the month, or the year. But I’m staying strong because I can’t break down right now. I have to stay strong for Elly and for the guys, because they depend on me. If I break down, then everything falls apart. Only, I’m hanging on by a thread as it is and today is going to get a lot worse... The worst is that it won’t just be today, it’s today and tomorrow, two days of this.
I stand up, clearing off the breakfast table, trying to give myself something to do, but it’s over way too soon and I just need to be doing something. I need to keep moving.
“Tom.” Dylan’s voice is quiet, but there’s a warning in it, not of danger, but a tone like I won’t want to hear what’s coming next.
“Yeah?” I don’t
