Thirty: RowynReed and I sat on my floor like that for a while. Until we heard the truck in the front drive. With unspoken words, we moved to the kitchen to make it look like we'd been doing something else, though I'd no idea why. It wasn't like this was a normal day. Or even a fathomable day. Tristen ran through the front door at his only speed, and he jumped for Reed, not me. I didn't even know why it upset me, but I just wanted to get a glimpse of his happy little thoughts for a minute, so I sort of stole him from my boyfriend. It wasn't really a conscious decision I made to start using the word boyfriend, but I was glad Reed just went with it and didn't make a big deal earlier.
“You sad?” he asked me with concern in his face.
“Yeah, T, I'm sad. But not because of you. You make me happ
