*Ada*
Calvin is as broken as I am. It just doesn’t show as much. My heart hurts for him after what he’s told me. He was just a scared little boy, and they didn’t love him like their own. Or maybe they did, but they didn’t know how to tell him. Being told he’s loved is important to him, and I can see why.
He sits up and pulls a box out of the basket. “We don’t have to play. It was just an idea. I’d found one in your room.”
I take it from him and see the Yahtzee game. I loved this game. “I’ve never played it with someone else.”
“I haven’t either,” he says, opening it.
We play two rounds, and each of us wins one before things start to get competitive, but it’s fun. “Yahtzee,” I say with a bright smile.
“Are you f*****g cheating?” he asks in shock. “You have to be.”
I throw
