“Good,” I said.
It was the only word
I had. But I meant it with every bone in my body.
Lisa would never again have any say over his safety or his future.
Part Fourteen: What I Couldn’t See
A few weeks later, Walter found me tearing the kitchen apart on a school morning.
“You’re doing it again,” he announced from the doorway.
He held up my glasses. “Next to the toaster.”
“I knew that.”
“You checked the refrigerator.”
“I was looking for the milk.”
“We don’t need milk.”
I snatched the glasses out of his hand. “Go get your backpack before you’re late.”
He grinned, that gap-toothed grin I’d have given anything to see during those eleven dark days.
“One day you’re going to lose me like you lose your glasses.”
I slid them on and pulled him into my arms, right there in the middle of the kitchen.
