“Are you still seeing him?” He opened his widely and stared up at the ceiling. Would you like me to make you breakfast before I go?” “Adam,” She spoke softly, “I have to get ready for my day. She held him tighter, whispering warm words, until she too finally drifted off. Adam thrashed around in the bed beside her, occasionally shouting out in his slumber. She had been tense while comforting him and found it hard to fall asleep. But she instinctively knew the most painful parts were being said in the language she could not understand. Faye had never learned more than the most basic conversational phrases of his mother tongue. He spoke, the words pouring from him in a mix of English and Croatian. Unfortunately, she wasn’t in a frame of mind to support him in the way she had always imagined. The emotional breakthrough she had always wanted from him spilled out. She had held him up the night before as they stumbled up the stairs. His eyes were swollen and red in the same way she suspected hers were. Faye sighed heavily as she looked onto Adam’s sleeping face. They woke the next morning entangled in one another as they had woken up most mornings of their lives. Heaving sobs rocked through his body as Faye ran her hands through his hair, whispering sweet words of love. “Faye,” He fell to his knees again, his head on her lap. Why do you even think like this? Did you deserve to be abandoned by your mother, forced to fend for yourself and your little brother? Tell me Adam what did you do to deserve that? And when will this debt be paid off?”
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