Elliot blinks. "What?"
"I'll go with you. To ... our hometown." My voice came hoarse. Just think about it already made me nervous. But I won't back down. Elliot needs me.
He stares at me for a moment, and I see it—the flicker in his eyes. Surprise. Uncertainty. But also ... hope.
"Are you sure?"
No. Absolutely not. But I nod anyway. I lean in and kiss his cheek. Soft. Just for a second. He once told me it made him feel safe. Loved. And a sign that someone cares about him.
"What about your class? Or assignment? You can't skip another class just for me ...."
I shake my head. "I already checked it before. It's okay. Let me go with you please. It's your dad."
He smiles. A small, weary thing. "Then let's get ready. I'll go to my apartment first to get my car and then—"
"Car? Are you thinking about driving?" I cut his sentence. Because what he said was nonsense. "Do you think I'll let you drive when you're like this? No. We'll take night train."
"But—"
