“Do you think they’re gonna charge him?” “Do you?” “No.” Chris spins his chair back around. My eyes are watery, and I lie on my side. He climbs in next to me so we’re facing each other. Chris presses his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry.” “You didn’t do anything.” “But I feel like I should apologize on behalf of white people everywhere.” “You don’t have to.” “But I want to.”
