Exhaling heavily, I reached up and pressed my hand to his cheek, feeling the wetness from where his tears had dripped. Sniffling, he reached up and covered my hand with his, never saying a word. That was the thing about me and Hugh: sometimes we never needed to speak at all. We just knew what the other was feeling. Right now, he was sad. He was so sad because of Joe and Bethany. But he was even sadder that his dad wasn’t coming out of his bedroom.
