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“Easton.” She placed her hand on my arm. “I wouldn’t send him home if I thought it was a bad idea.”
“I know…I do, I’m just?—”
“Scared.”
“Every minute of the day, Jennifer.”
“It’s going to be okay. He’s a fighter, and going home for forty-eight hours will be the best medicine for him right now.”
I nodded…It was all I could do; I was grateful and terrified.
“Call Tru and tell her. I’m sure she’ll be so happy, and maybe that’s what you need to hear.”
With one more gentle pat on my arm, she left me standing outside Milo’s hospital room. I reached into my pocket and took out my phone. My finger hovered over Tru’s name and I was about to call her, but a split-second change had me hitting Finch’s number.
“Fuck,” I whispered and was about to disconnect the call when he spoke.
“Hello, Easton?” He didn’t sound tired, so I hoped I hadn’t woken him.
“Finch, hi, I…shit, I don’t know why I called you. Sorry to bother you.”
“No, you’re fine. What’s going on, is Milo okay?”
“Yes, maybe, I don’t know. Dr. Perry said he has Evan’s Syndrome, and that it’s not curable, but at the same time he can go home and I…I should be happy, right?”
“You’re scared because you don’t have the answers you need, and they don’t have them to give to you. Everything you’re feeling and all the doubts you’re having are valid, Easton.”
Finch’s voice was calming, and the loud static playing full blast in my ears a moment ago was gone, my heart slowed, and it was as if I were plugged into a breath of peace.
“What do I do, Finch?”
“You go tell Milo he’s going home and let him be happy about that, but explain what going home means. Honestly, I think he’s just going to be happy he’s getting out of there.”
“What does his life look like for him from here on out?”
There was a pregnant pause followed by a sigh. “I don’t know, Easton. But what I do know is that he has an amazing father and a terrific sister. You’re a family of fighters, and the three of you will get through this.”
“And you,” I blurted. Fuck.
“Me?”
“You made a blanket for Milo, so he won’t forget you. It’s not done, so you’ll have to give it to him and…” Am I really going to say this? “Milo would miss you if he didn’t see you anymore.”
“Just Milo?” Not being able to see Finch’s face made it difficult to decipher if he was joking or truly moved.
“No.”
Finch cleared his throat. “What time are they discharging him?”
“Not sure, soon maybe.”
“Do you…do you want me to come there?”
Did I? Was I leaning on him too much?
“You’ve done a lot for us, Finch, I can’t ask that of you and?—”
“You didn’t ask; I offered. You need to understand something about me, Easton. I never do anything I don’t want to do, and if we’re being honest here, I’m relieved you want me there.”
