Chapter 6
Later that night, while Hank was in the bathroom, I cleaned myself up with my old gym shirt, jumped into my blue jeans and then snuck out of my bedroom to toss the soiled shirt into the laundry bin in the hall.
By the bathroom door, I paused, listening to the faucet run. With my heart racing, I knocked. “I—uh, have your pants here,” I said.
A second later, Hank cracked the door open a sliver, but his blue eyes were cast down. “Thanks,” he muttered, taking the clothes and shutting the door.
It was his first word to me in what felt like a long time.
In my bedroom, the sheets were on the floor and the whole room smelled like Hank’s aftershave mixed in with our sweat. I started cleaning up, but then realized my hands were shaking and I was out of breath. Elated and confused, I s
