The ache in my chest gets worse. “Nothing. It’s nothing, sir. I, uh…had a family emergency.” He looks concerned. “Is everything all right?” I nod. Then I shake my head. Then I nod again. Christ, make up your fucking mind. “Everything’s fine,” I lie. “No, it’s not. You’re white as a sheet. And you look exhausted.” He softens his tone. “Tell me what’s wrong, son. Maybe I can help.” My face collapses. Oh shit. Oh fuck, why’d he have to call me son? The sting in my eyes is unbearable. My throat squeezes shut.
