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August’s mother was special. She was an indoor mother who never went outside, except in emergencies. But still—August loved her.
He would never forget the way this felt. They were breathing in tandem now.
He just let him chase invisible butterflies by the light of a second invisible sun.
“Will you stop complaining if we stop at a Cracker Barrel?” Jack teased. “I know your complex relationship with that chain.” “Cracker Barrel is great. It is a restaurant and a toy store and a souvenir store all in one. We’ve been over this,” August said curtly.
“You seem happier than usual,” Jack said. “I’m actively frowning, Jack.”
“Sometimes … you have to stop trying and just let someone else try their best. In order to survive.”
