“I know how it looks. But please. Ten minutes.
Just trust me.”
Ray wasn’t shouting anymore. He just stood there, lost in a way I’d never seen before.
“Ten minutes,” I told him. “After that, I’m packing my things and figuring out what comes next.”
***
The car ride was silent.
Ray drove with both hands gripping the wheel, jaw tight, eyes forward.
I noticed he had paint under his fingernails. Drywall dust on his jeans.
And in the back seat, a brand-new car seat was already installed.
“Ray?” I started.
“Please,” he said softly. “Just wait.
Two more minutes.”
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