I help Aiden into the car, stuff his crutches in beside him at an angle, and then circle around to my side.
“Elyse?” I hear Jamie say; I glance at him over the roof of my car. “Can I have your address?”
“I suppose you’d need that to bring food over, huh?” I say, and then tell him my address.
“You want anything specific? Or should I just bring a variety of stuff?”
“Bring whatever you think sounds good, as long as it doesn’t have any onions.”
“No onions. Got it.” He slides into his truck. “See you soon.”
I drive us home, my thoughts on Jamie.
Jamie, in my house.
Jamie, eating at my table.
Jamie, with my son, taking care of him, looking out for him.
Jamie, with those warm brown eyes that seem to see everything I’m thinking and feeling.
