table and took my hand. His grip was gentle. “They don’t see you, do they?”
I wanted to defend them out of reflex. I wanted to say they mean well, they’re complicated, they don’t understand this world. I wanted to offer excuses the way I always had.
I was too tired.
“No,” I said. “They don’t.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Then do you still want to do this continue reading …
