I give him a squeeze. “It’s okay for people to cry. It’s normal and can be healthy.” “Yeah, but not when you’re the reason.” His gaze drops. “But he wasn’t crying because of you. He was crying for you.” I’m not sure what makes my heart ache more: Rafael having a breakdown about his son’s eye condition or Nico witnessing his father at a rock-bottom low that was meant to be kept private.
