Kai never made a scene.

He was not a jealous child, and he had wanted, at first, to like Dario as much as I did.

What he had instead was a quiet, steady discomfort that never went away, and children who are eleven do not have the words for this man watches me when he thinks no one is looking, so they say my stomach hurts, or can we go, or nothing at all.

Every time he said one of those small things, I did the reasonable adult thing.