“I kept thinking if I tried harder, he’d remember who we used to be.”

Marcus opened his paper bag.

Two cinnamon rolls, still warm.

“You taught me that asking for help isn’t failure.

Now you get to hear it from somebody else.”

I took half of one, though my throat felt too tight to swallow.

“There’s another reason I called you,” I said.

“I think Daniel has been lying about my money.”