him.
“I said something stupid.”
He stared at his hands.
“I didn’t look.”
I waited.
“I mean, I looked at the garden. But I didn’t actually look at what it was.”
He lifted his eyes.
“I saw flowers and grass.”
“And you saw something else.”
“Yes.”
He nodded slowly.
“I keep thinking about what it would feel like if somebody destroyed something that mattered to my dad and then treated it like it was nothing.”
His voice was quieter now.
“And I think I’ve been doing that a lot.”
“With
