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HE JUMPS UP when he seems me and wraps his arms around me. I sob into his shoulder and tuck my arms under his jacket and around his waist.
He doesn’t ask what’s wrong until I tell him.
“The dogs,” I say nally. “We killed the dogs.”
He is quiet for a moment. Then, “Yeah.”
I don’t speak again until my body stops shaking.
“Let’s sit down,” Gat says.
We settle on the porch steps. Gat rests his head against mine. “I
loved those dogs,” I say.
“We all did.”
“I—” I choke on my words. “I don’t think I should talk about it
anymore or I’ll start crying again.”
“All right.”
We sit for a while longer. “Is that everything?” Gat asks.
“What?”
“Everything you were crying about?”
“God forbid there’s more.”
He is silent.
And still silent.
“Oh hell, there is more,” I say, and my chest feels hollow and
iced.
“Yeah,” says Gat. “There is more.”
“More that people aren’t telling me. More that Mummy would rather I didn’t remember.”
He takes a moment to think. “I think we’re telling you, but you can’t hear it. You’ve been sick, Cadence.”
“You’re not telling me directly,” I say.
“No.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Penny said it was best. And—well, with all of us being here, I had faith that you’d remember.” He takes his arm o my shoulder
and wraps his hands around his knees.
Gat, my Gat.
He is contemplation and enthusiasm. Ambition and strong coee.
I love the lids of his brown eyes, his smooth dark skin, his lower lip that pushes out. His mind. His mind.
I kiss his cheek. “I remember more about us than I used to,” I tell him. “I remember you and me kissing at the door of the mudroom before it all went so wrong. You and me on the tennis court talking about Ed proposing to Carrie. On the perimeter at the at rock, where no one could see us. And down on the tiny beach, talking
about setting the re.”
He nods.
“But I still don’t remember what went wrong,” I say. “Why we weren’t together when I got hurt. Did we have an argument? Did I do something? Did you go back to Raquel?” I cannot look him in the eyes. “I think I deserve an honest answer, even if whatever’s between us now isn’t going to last.”
Gat’s face crumples and he hides it in his hands. “I don’t know what to do,” he says. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
“Just tell me,” I say.
“I can’t stay here with you,” he says. “I have to go back to
Cuddledown.”
“Why?”
“I have to,” he says, standing up and walking. Then he stops and turns. “I messed everything up. I’m so sorry, Cady. I am so, so sorry.” He is crying again. “I shouldn’t have kissed you, or made you a tire swing, or given you roses. I shouldn’t have told you how
beautiful you are.”
“I wanted you to.”
“I know, but I should have stayed away. It’s fucked up that I did all that. I’m sorry.”
“Come back here,” I say, but when he doesn’t move, I go to him.
Put my hands on his neck and my cheek against his. I kiss him hard so he knows I mean it. His mouth is so soft and he’s just the best person I know, the best person I’ve ever known, no matter what bad things have happened between us and no matter what happens after this. “I love you,” I whisper.
He pulls back. “This is what I’m talking about. I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you.”
He turns around and is lost in the dark.
