“I knew your family,” he explained. “I thought it would be better to tell you in person.”
Then he looked at me apologetically.
“I’m sorry my phone call sounded alarming.”
I gave a shaky laugh.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack yourself.”
He smiled.
“That’s what my wife tells me about my telephone manners.”
Just then, Andrew woke up.
He climbed off the couch, shuffled toward Logan, and wrapped his arms around his older brother’s leg.
“Logan?”
“Hey, buddy.”
“You were helping the man?”
“Yeah.”
Andrew looked thoughtful.
“Is his heart okay now?”
Logan swallowed.
“He’s getting better.”
Andrew hugged him tighter.
I couldn’t stop watching them.
Mi hijo de diecisiete años estaba allí en su vieja sudadera con capucha gris, sosteniendo a su hermano pequeño cerca.
Y de repente, vi algo que había estado demasiado asustado y agotado para reconocer.
