"What do you mean? Tom? Tom, what does she mean?"
His voice shambled under the pressure of the news. Sobs crack his breathing, making the echo of his words unsteady and hurt.
The nurse couldn't pick a worse moment.
His shoulders tense. His lips press together. His chest rises too quickly, then he moves.
Not walking—running.
Straight out the door like I'm not even here.
Well, isn't this annoying?
Just moments ago he was melting under my mouth and now he is running as if his own life were at risk for a man who betrayed him not once, but twice.
He sold him out.
He went to his father and was adopted.
But then again— he was just running to save his brother.
I stare at the empty space where he was.
My hands still feel the shape of him. My jaw locks so hard it hurts. I follow because I can't do anything else. My legs move on their own.
Luther's already at the end of the hallway.
He's fast.
His stride is long, and his shoes slam against the floor.
