“I’m not mad at Sadie,” I tell him quietly. There’s a hesitancy to his stance, in every line of his face, like he wants to say more but he doesn’t know how. So I take a guess. “I’m not gonna leave her, Oliver. Never, okay? She may ask me to go one day, but I will never be the one to leave. Not her, or your brother, or you. Tell me you understand that.”
