Chapter 16
SamsonI held Blair against my chest and lay back on the pillows on our shared bed, my eyes wide open, picking out the imperfections in the wooden ceiling, the knots in planks or the curls of varnish peeling from the grain.
She’d stopped crying a half hour ago but she still hadn’t spoken. That was fine.
I’d hold her for as long as she needed me to.
What have you become, dude? You’ll hold her? You’ll care for her? You don’t do this type of s**t. I shut down the thought pattern – this moment wasn’t about me. s**t, the entire weekend was about her and what she needed to do to free herself from Fruit Loops down the hall.
I stroked circles on the skin at her neck, drawing them out slowly.
She breathed evenly, hiccupped once, then sighed. “Thank you,” she said. “I know this isn’t
