When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

it’s fine.”

So now it was fine.

He glanced around my apartment like he was checking for evidence.

“David here?” he asked.

I felt my jaw tighten.

“No,” I said.

Ethan’s shoulders visibly relaxed.

He didn’t even try to hide it.

We rode down in the elevator together.

In the car, he turned the radio on low, like noise could fill the space where apologies should continue reading …