tucked his hands into his pockets.
“I keep thinking about the moment you stood up.”
Noah looked at him.
“I almost didn’t.”
Evan turned.
“What?”
Noah nodded.
“I almost stayed seated. I thought, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe people will laugh. Maybe they’ll tell me to sit down. Maybe I’ll make it worse.”
Evan’s face tightened.
“What made you stand?”
“My grandma,” Noah continue reading …