“Sweetheart…” That word feels like a punch to the gut. My eyes get glassy, and I can’t see him clearly anymore. But I hear his heavy footsteps climbing up to the front porch of Jada and Paul’s house. To me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice soft and close and everything that is good in this world. Everything I don’t deserve. I blink the tears away. “Why are you here?” I breathe out. “Why did you…”
