Joshua and saw him watching me steadily.
âNo. Not always?â It came out as a question.
âMore often than not?â He asked it like the nurse at the doctorâs office would, filling out a questionnaire.
And at first I went to answer yes. But that wasnât true. It felt like a scab coming loose, to look at someone and confide, âNo. I donât think Iâve felt loved since I was little, really little.â
Joshua nodded. His smiled faded, but it didnât completely disappear. âWell, Elizabeth, then Iâd say that you must have often gone to bed cold and hungry. Right?â
âYou mean psychologically?â
âI mean, your heart also needs to be warm and well fed.â I nodded. That made sense. âDo you normally sleep with the light on?â
âYes.â I would have lied even if I didnât. That light was going to stay on.
âWhy?â After I shrugged, Joshua asked, âWhat are you afraid of?â
âTonight?â
Joshua chuckled. âHow about any night?â
âNothing.â
âAre you going to be able to lay down with me and rest?â
âYouâre not going to buy me dinner first or anything?â As soon as I cracked the joke, though, I wished I could take it back. Joshua noticed. He waited. âIâm sorry,â I told him. He kept waiting. âSometimes I make fun of things because â well, because Iâm not sure ââ
âMost jokes come from a place of fear.â I sat down on the bed next to him. It didnât feel skeevy or anything like that. âWell then, Elizabeth. Iâve been here ten minutes. Look at how much weâve already accomplished.â
âMy therapeutic team should watch out. Youâll put them out of business.â We sat for a minute. âThat came from a place of humor.â
âAddison has told me how much you make him laugh. That was one of the first pieces of you he shared with me.â I knew Joshua was an expert on addiction. The health and well-being seminars Iâd taken at McCracken were intramural sports compared to his junkie Olympics. Joshua could probably see the pleasure centers of my brain light up every time he passed along another detail about how Addison loved me.
âBut heâs talked like that about other girls, right? Like Heather?â Heather was the girlfriend whoâd left for college and stopped calling after Thanksgiving. Sheâd broken things off with a status update. Addison had said he was too drunk to care. âI think that was her name, right?â I pretended that I hadnât googled her obsessively when I was supposed to be using library time to research the possible sentencing for theft and larceny convictions.
âAh, Elizabeth.â Joshua said my name in such a kindly way I knew I was about to feel embarrassed. âYouâre too good for that.â A shiver of shame stiffened my shoulders. I braced against it and then threw myself down on the bed. Lay on my side and tried to avoid scooting all the way against the wall. I kept my eyes from sliding to see how Joshua settled down on the twin cot. Back home, I had a full bed all to myself. That might have been more conducive to trust exercises. When Joshua murmured, âLet me assure you that I donât forget those questions you avoid,â his breath brushed against my ear.
It felt like a test. âYou asked me what I was afraid of.â
âThatâs right.â Aces.
âNothing.â The room filled with heavy silence. It felt like Iâd deliberately failed a test. Turned a quiz in blank or something. âIâm afraid of disappointing Addison.â The quiet stretched on. âI guess Iâm afraid of losing him.â Still nothing. âOr something happening to him. An accident or even a relapse, you know?â Joshua still didnât answer, so I turned toward him. âIs that crazy?â
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn