something I’ve remembered for six years.”
“What?”
Tears slipped down her face.
“He said, ‘Good. Because I don’t know how to fix people. I only know how to stay.’”
I couldn’t speak.
Suddenly, all those quiet lunches came rushing back.
Noah sitting beside me.
No questions.
No pressure.
Just presence.
Then Mom revealed the secret she had carried for six years.
“I asked Noah to promise me he would look after you.”
I stared at her.
“You asked him that?”
“I was falling apart. Your father was gone. You barely
