Max stared at his best friend in disbelief and was prepared to run after him when his father pulled him backwards.
“Let him go, Max. He’s hurting. He will think about his words, and he’ll regret them, but he’s scared and sad. Let him go.”
Max looked at Lark, “tell me you don’t believe what he said?”
“Max,” Lark shook her head, “I don’t but I also can’t do all this right now. The blame game isn’t going to help anyone.” She wiped tears off her cheeks. “This isn’t the time for drama. I need my family and the one who usually holds us together is downstairs on a slab and I don’t know how to cope without her.” She gulped for air and blinked away more tears.
He nodded as he looked to the rest of his family, “okay. Um.” He ruffled his hair nervously. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m here for you.
