“You don’t have to worry about me,” Alex said, once Devin had made a break for the safety of the loft. She leaned down to kiss her dad’s cheek as he sank into his favorite armchair and reached for the remote. “I always worry about you,” Isaac said, uncharacteristically grave. “You’ve already given up so much to take care of me—leaving school, sticking around this town when I know it hasn’t been easy. I just want to make sure you don’t jump into putting someone else’s needs above your own again.”
