keep this room empty because I once hoped it would become a nursery, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen anymore.” The air whooshes out of my lungs. “I can’t bring myself to turn this into anything else. It doesn’t feel right,” he adds, his voice quieter than I’ve ever heard it. “Travis…” I start, unsure of what I could even say to make his pain go away or if there is anything that could at all. “I’m not telling you this because I want your pity,”
