Walking over to his wardrobe, he pulled open the doors and dragged out the familiar sleeping bag and spare pillows. I didn’t have to ask what he was doing, not when I already knew and it made my heart squeeze tight. When Joey was finished setting up the makeshift bed on the floor, he dropped onto it. Folding his arms behind his head, he released a heavy sigh. “Turn off the light, will ya, Shan?”
Sobbing.
