“Hi?” “J, it’s Di. You okay?” “Uhh, yeah, why?” He quickly added, “Are you okay? Is everything okay?” Here went another ton of guilt. I was such an idiot. “Everything is fine. Don’t worry. I’m sorry. Louie got sick and your abuelita had to go pick him up. I just wanted to check with you and make sure you’re feeling okay.” The long exhale out of him made my heart hurt. “I thought…,” he whispered, his relief evident. “I’m not sick, but you can come pick me up if you want.”
Tears real tears
