start over.”
The night after the funeral, I curled beneath the kitchen table with my knees against my chest.
Frank found me there shortly before dawn.
Without asking why I was hiding, he sat down on the floor beside me.
“Are you leaving?” I whispered.
His expression changed as if I had physically hurt him.
“No.”
“Everybody leaves.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
Frank reached under the table and offered me his little finger
