Steel
I watch as the cadets walk toward the dorms to get lunch before afternoon classes on Friday.
“Nevaeh, this is the weekend,” I say.
“Are you sure, Michael?” she asks.
“No, but many people will be away from the Academy this weekend for Wendy Hill’s birthday party so it seems like a good time.”
“Do you need me to do anything for you?” she asks, resting her hand on my arm.
“Not right now.”
“Call me, day or night, I don’t care what time it is, I don’t care if you tell me you need me there with you, I’ll be there. You and Libby were there for me after Raymond died and it meant everything to me. Now it’s my turn to be there for you.”
I nod. “Thanks, Nevaeh. I may take you up on that offer.”
“I hope you do.”
I walk to the Academy’s hospital, to Libby’s room which has become more of
