Robbie was too young to deal with any of this-with Willow’s decisions or mine. It wasn’t about seeing Ryan or sneaking out and giving a silent middle finger to my parents.
“Is that why you left last night? So you could sleep?” I overheard at the Jensens’ house, and I assumed there was a reason you were in his bed.” He lifted his hands, folding them in his lap. It sounded wrong, that sentence coming from my eleven-year-old brother. “Ryan’s cool.”įor a moment, I had no words.
His cheeks pinked, and he looked down at his lap. He rested his hands next to his legs and lifted his shoulders.
“What do I owe you? You didn’t rat me out to Mom and Dad.” “So you caught me, huh?” I smiled, leaning back in my chair. “You come around these parts often?”Ī soft giggle was my reward, and he came in, bouncing to a seat on the bed. “Hey, kiddo.” I was at my desk and slid the chair over enough to toe open the door.
I would’ve teased him about being a creeper except for the sadness, yearning, and caution that filled his eyes. My door was open an inch, and Robbie was there.
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