you want?”
I leaned against the kitchen counter.
“I want you to stop treating this like a checklist you finish so you can come home.”
He became frustrated.
“My mom bought you more clothes than you lost.”
I closed my eyes.
There it was again.
He was counting the material things while ignoring the emotional damage.
“Nick, when I asked you to get my clothes back, you refused.”
“I know.”
“You watched television while I cried upstairs.”
He didn’t answer.
“You knew how much those clothes meant to me. And
