do enough.”
Ethan froze.
Fourteen-year-old Lily had understood something the adults were only beginning to see.
She took his hands.
“This isn’t a test you can pass.”
His eyes filled.
“I hate that.”
“I know.”
“I hate not doing anything.”
“Then sit with me.”
He looked at her.
“What?”
“When I’m scared.”
She smiled weakly.
“Sit with me.”
No money.
No hair.
No solution.
Presence.
Ethan nodded.
“Okay.”
Then Lily looked at me.
“Mrs. Bennett?”
“Yes?”
“Can he still help with the fundraiser?”
I looked at David.
He had arrived