I am trying very hard not to hate him. He greets Elijah with a kiss to the cheek, and Elijah gives him a slow, warm smile as he pulls way. “Hey,” he murmurs to Jamie in a low voice. “I’ve missed you.” Cells die, my blood thins. It would be easier to suck out my own bone marrow with a green Starbucks straw than to hear those three words spoken in that voice to someone else.
