Ezoic
“Do you have any idea what you’ve put us through?! Two days! Two days, Nathan! I thought you were dead! I thought you were in a ditch!”
He stood in the hallway.
Alone.
No Cole.
Behind me, I heard Denise make a sound. A small, strangled sound.
“Mom, I—”
“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I was shaking. “Two months! Eight weekends! You told me you were at Cole’s! Cole told Denise he was here! Where have you been spending your nights?!”
Ezoic
He slowly raised his head.
The hallway light was on behind me. It fell across his face.
And for the first time in two months, I really looked at him.
All my anger vanished.
Just like that. Like a candle blown out.
His face was gray. Not tired. Gray. Like somebody who hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were swollen almost shut. Red-rimmed. Wet.
