“Yes,” he answered quietly. “I am.”
“Why?”
I held my breath.
Blake glanced at me first, silently asking permission.
I gave the slightest shake of my head.
Not yet.
He understood.
“Because I lost something important,” he replied.
Noah thought about that.
Luego miró el sobre en la mano de Julian.
“¿Lo has encontrado?”
Blake’s lips trembled.
“Not yet.”
Noah nodded as though the answer made perfect sense.
“Mom says lost things are sometimes hiding in the wrong place.”
Blake released a sound that was almost laughter and almost pain.
“She’s right.”
Noah stepped backward into the house.
“Don’t make her sad again,” he said.
Then he closed the door.
Blake stood there without speaking.
Julian turned his gaze away.
I pressed my fingers against my mouth, struggling to hold back the tears I refused to shed on the porch.
Finally, Blake turned to leave.
“I’ll wait,” he promised.
