“Stone.” “I can tell that you aren’t mad about this, but I know you and I know it’s because you have so much shit in your head already, and here I am, putting more in there. Fine. You don’t have to be mad, but I am. I’m furious with what my mom did. And I’m furious that your dad got hurt by it, your mom got hurt, and you got hurt. And I can’t do anything to fix any of it.” “Wait.” My head was swimming again. I held up a hand. He stopped and I had to ask, “Is this why you’re helping me?”
