I don’t take my eyes off his as I push to a stand. My fingers drag over his knees before withdrawing completely. I stare down at his bowed head, watching with what feels like knives in my chest as his shoulders quake with his near-silent cries. I take a much-needed step back. Another breeze filters through, and it’s only then that I realize my cheeks are wet too. Twice in one morning. I’d like to say it’s a new record for me, but after this year, that would be the biggest lie I’ve ever told. “I’m sorry,” he slurs through his tears. “I’m s-so s-sorry.” I rub a fist over my sternum and look
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