The silence that followed felt heavier than anything she could have said.
I pulled my hand from hers and stared down at the hoodie again.
“I made it too easy.”
Sophia’s face softened.
“What?”
“For him to never wonder.”
I struggled to explain it, even though the truth had been sitting inside me for years.
“He never has to wonder if I’ll be there. He never has to wonder if I’m going to answer when he calls or stay after practice or help him study. He never has to wonder if someone is going to remember the things he forgets, because I always do. I made myself so dependable that he stopped seeing it as a choice.”
Sophia didn’t immediately respond.
That was how I knew she understood.
I traced one finger over the cracked lettering on the hoodie.
“And that’s my fault too.”
“No.”
“Som
