“You have to fix this,” she cries. “Carter, fix this!” “I-I-I … I don’t know how!” Hank told me how. He told me what I need to do. It feels pointless, but then again, I don’t have many other options. “Help me,” I beg softly. The floor creaks behind us and the boys trickle into the room, quiet and careful, like they aren’t sure what to do or say. “I would never cheat on her.”
