For a boy of thirteen who had faced more than most people face in a lifetime, that was one more gift from a child who had apparently never stopped looking for ways to give them.
“Stay here with me tonight,” I said.
Charlie didn’t answer with words. He just reached over and turned off the lamp, and we sat together in the dark of Owen’s room, surrounded by his sneakers and his baseball cards and the quiet that no longer felt quite as cruel as it had that morning.
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