“But where was he at?” She’s asking me, not him. I know it’s because she trusts me implicitly, and as much as she adores what she believes he is, she doesn’t yet know Jonathan. But I don’t know how to answer that, or if I even should. I don’t know if I should be the one to explain his absence, to make his excuses. “I wasn’t where I should’ve been,” he chimes in. “I should’ve been with you, but I was…” “Sick,” I say when he struggles for words. “Sick,” he says.
