to say… I’m tired. And I need him to hear it.”
I nodded, throat tight.
“I hope he listens,” I said.
Luis paused.
“If he doesn’t,” he said quietly, “I’m going to tell my mom. And my friend. And my therapist. And I’m going to stay.”
Stay.
That word landed like a prayer.
After he left, I stood there alone in the cereal aisle, shaking, and I realized something:continue reading …
