I could feel Navarro’s anger and frustration pouring from him, but he continued to sit there with a tight jaw. He had yet to acknowledge my presence. He didn’t even glance in my direction, but he had to know I was there.
I decided I didn’t want to push him to talk about whatever was bothering him. Instead, I scooted over to him and placed my head on his shoulder, wanting to give him comfort while he figured out whatever was going on in his mind. For the first time, he paused holding a rock in his hand instead of throwing it into the water. He let his hand fall, releasing the rock and letting it tumble to the ground. He looked down at me for the first time, and his body softened.
There were birds chirping in the distance, talking to each from separate trees. The water trickled in front o
