“Joey, please!” Desperate to stop him, I grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a stop. “What about me?” “What about me?” he roared back in my face, green eyes filled with tears. A huge sob tore through him and his voice cracked. “What about me, Shannon?” Tossing his bag over his shoulder, he sniffled and wiped his eyes roughly with the back of his hand before shoving past me. “What about me?”
Oh my Joey 🥺🥺🥺
