matter how bad it is.” His gaze drops to his fists clutching the comforter in a death grip. “I can’t. Not about this.” I tuck my fingers under his chin and force him to look me in the eyes. “Why not?” “Because I’m scared.” His strained voice can barely be heard over the air conditioning blasting from the vents. “About what?” I wait patiently as he takes a deep breath, only to be disappointed when he stays quiet. “Does it have something to do with your mom?” I ask in my softest voice. He shakes his head hard enough to send water droplets flying off the tips of his hair. “Dad?” His bottom lip
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