I move forward to wrap my arms around him from behind, but before I can comfort him, he turns to look at me and all I see is his anger. Regret. And still a touch of sorrow. "Did you know who I was?"
"Yes," I say, refusing to be anything but...
I move forward to wrap my arms around him from behind, but before I can comfort him, he turns to look at me and all I see is his anger. Regret. And still a touch of sorrow. "Did you know who I was?"
"Yes," I say, refusing to be anything but...