A few hours have gone by since I got back from the store and made Beau lunch. It’s nighttime, and I should be on the way home, but I’m worried about Beau being alone. I am finding it hard to leave him. The hundreds of ways that his situation could become worse have been floating around in my head all day. I just can't bring myself to leave him.
"Delilah?"
"Yes?" I turn away from the TV to look at Beau.
"Why are you still here?"
"No reason." The last thing I want to do is tell him I’m worried about him. He’d make such a big deal about it.
" It’s not because you’re worried about me?"
"No."
"Hmm." Beau places his hand on his chin and stares at me, with an amused glint swimming in his eyes.
"What?"
"It amazes me how you think just because you can lie about being worried about me that
