I put on my best Big Brother voice. “I’m going to lay it on you, anyway, Milo. Ready? Here it is: you’re going to be okay.” He rolled over to face me, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight, his black hair askew. “Are you joking? That’s your big secret? You are so full of shit.” “It’s true.” “That’s a stupid secret for one thing, and why would I believe you? You are not okay. You are a mess.” I tapped my chin. “And here I thought I was hiding it so well…”
