Mom says. “The second you get home, and you don’t wake up till morning. I’m worried.” “Like I said. I’m busy.” “You’re depressed, Jay,” Nan sighs. “Are you this dense?” “Not about Dad. Not about Dad I’m not.” “He’s fighting. Fighting so hard. Every day. Only in the hopes that you’ll come see him.” Mom’s crying now. At In-N-Out Burger. Jesus. “Baby, everything in him is broken now. I know it’s hard. I know it. But please don’t break his heart, too.”
