By four forty-five, I was reading in the living room while Mom paid bills.
“Davis is coming over in a little bit,” I told her. “Okay. I’ve got a couple errands to run.
You need anything at the grocery store?” I shook my head. “You feeling anxious?”
Is there any way we can make a deal where I tell you when I have a mental health concern instead of you asking?
It’s impossible for me not to worry, baby.” “I know, but it’s also impossible not to feel the weight of that worry like a boulder on my chest.
“I’ll try.” “Thanks, Mom. I love you.” “I love you, too. So much.”
I scrolled through my endless TV options, none of them particularly compelling,
until I heard Davis’s knock—soft and unsteady—on the door. “Hey,” I said, and hugged him. “Hey,” he said.
I motioned to the couch for him to sit down. “How’ve you been?” “Listen,” I said. “Davis, your dad.
I know where the jogger’s mouth is. It’s the mouth of Pogue’s Run, where the company had that unfinished project.”
He winced, then nodded. “You’re sure?” “Pretty sure,” I said.
“I think he might be down there. Daisy and I were there last night, and...”
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