4 Chapter 4

Those tears felt amazing. There were tears of truth, not of anger or pain.

“Hey, hey.” Boone got out of his chair and pulled my head to his stomach and squeezed my shoulders. “Come on, now. I didn’t come here to make you cry. I’m sorry, Red. You’re right. Maybe I—”

“No, no,” I said, moving away and looking up at his troubled expression. Poor guy. The drama Nick and I are putting him through. “You’re such an amazing brother to him and he does deserve all of your admiration. He does.” I sniffled and for the first time in months, the mist around my brain seemed to be clearing a little. I stood and gave him a hug. “Now go home. Be with Kenya. Be with your family.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna be all right?”

I picked up the bottles again and nodded. There was a gorgeous June sunset happening. The alley was filled with kids playing ball or riding their bikes. It was pretty peaceful. “Yeah,” I breathed, looking back at him.