Chapter 27

• We sit in silence a for moment, and there’s a feeling in me, a desperate urge to tell her she doesn’t have to go home to an empty house, where nobody cares about her. To tell her I like her. To tell her I want to take care of her, the way I wanted to take care of Jane all those years ago.
• To tell her the truth.
• I tell her nothing, just put our empty bowls in the sink and gather her clothes from the laundry room. She takes them from my arms, tells me thanks, and I force out the words I need to say. “We’d better be getting you home.”