“Yeah,” Gordy said simply. “Every single hour of every single day.”
Leo blew air through his lips, which made Belinda chuckle-bleat in response. He pointed at her, “You, be quiet,” then turned to Gordy, “…it’s Gordy’s turn to talk.”
Gordy’s upper lip curled and his bottom one started to shake in that way lips tend to do when a person is about to throw up. He spoke so quietly that Leo had to strain to hear him. “You know, I lost my dad six months ago.”
“I did not know,” Leo said. “I’m so sorry.”
Gordy waved away Leo’s apology, as if he were annoyed that it was in the air with them. “It was cancer, and it was ugly, but it was fast. While that was good for him—and I know that, don’t get me wrong—it was hard on us. My mom and myself, I mean. We weren’t…I don’t know…ready? Prepared? To this
