~Dionne~
I’m holding my breath, waiting for his answer. I really don’t want to be right about this, but it could definitely be true. If it is, I will need to fix things and fast. I told my best friend I would take care of her son; he’s also like a son to me. I won’t be able to look her in the eye if he’s being hurt like this.
“Kinta?” I rub his temple in an attempt to comfort him. He leans to his right side, resting his head against my thigh. His arm wraps around my leg as I continue to rub his temple. I feel a dampness against my thigh, and my heart breaks. “Talk to me, son. You can trust me with anything.” A sob escapes Kinta, and I feel tears building in my own eyes. I’ve never witnessed this level of emotion from him, and it hurts. I want to make everything better for him, but I can’
