“Take care of yourself today,” I tell him. I squeeze his thigh, and Ezra’s eyes well up a little. “You take care of yourself,” he says. “Let’s leave for lunch.” “Sounds like a plan.” One more hand squeeze, and we’re out of the Jeep, going separate ways. I feel like my heart’s sprouted legs and walked off. It’s a weird and nervous empty sort of feeling. And I think I sort of fucking love it.
