not knowing what was being said between them inside that apartment, it
isn’t nearly as hard as not knowing what Patrick thinks about all this.
We haven’t had a chance to talk about it at all. I’m guessing that’s why
he’s out here.
My hope is that he and Grace are on the same page, but they might not
be. He might only be accepting Kenna because Grace needs him to.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
Patrick scratches his jaw, mulling over my question. He answers
without looking directly at me. “If you would have asked me that question
when you and Kenna arrived a few hours ago, I would have told you I’m
still pissed at you. And that I’m not sorry for hitting you.” He pauses and
sits down on the top porch step. He clasps his hands together between his
knees and looks over at me. “But that changed when I saw you with her.
When I saw the way you looked at her. The way your eyes teared up when
Diem crawled onto her lap at the dinner table.” Patrick shakes his head.
“I’ve known you since you were Diem’s age, Ledger. Not one time in all
the years I’ve known you have you ever given me a single reason to doubt
you. If you’re telling me Kenna is worthy of Diem, then I believe you. The
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