He didn’t wait for Jake to respond; he just started walking with me in his arms. I squirmed to be let down but he held me tighter.

“I can walk, Logan,” I whispered while trying not to let him smell my vomit breath.

“I know you can,” was his simple response. “I want to do this.”

He didn’t let me down when we got into the car. In fact, he climbed into the back seat and left me straddling him. I tried to pull away but he didn’t let me. ...