His throat works with a swallow and his jaw flexes. “Drinks? Coffee? It’s been a long time.” “Not long enough.” Hurt flashes in his eyes. “I deserve that, but I would still like to talk about Everly. I think there are things you should know that might help you understand her better.” “Mrs. Best or the counselor, Mr.—” “You, Pipes. I want to tell you. You’re the only one I trust not to treat her differently. You never did me.” I can’t seem to get enough oxygen in my lungs. I don’t know how he can piss me off and make me want to cry all at the same time.
