do something together. Go to the lake, maybe.”
He was quiet. He was looking at the floor.
“I want to go,” he said.
“Honey…”
“I want to go.”
“You don’t have to prove anything to anybody. If it’s going to hurt…”
“Mom.” He looked up at me, and for once his face wasn’t blank. There was something underneath it. Something tight and determined. “I want to go. Okay? Just let me go.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Okay. Do you want me to come?”
He hesitated. Then he nodded.
“Yeah,” he
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