“You’re not alone. I’m here,” Noah breathed. “I’m always going to be here.” He watched the tears spill over Cole’s eyelashes, watched him search the night sky through the windows. “There’s this hole inside me,” Cole said after long minutes of silence. “I call it my grave. It’s where I put the things I’ve seen that can’t be described. Things I can’t talk about or share. The grave sits between me and the rest of the world. Between you and me, even.”
