“Andrew, they want to take me away from here. They want to enroll me in the Witness Protection Program so my father’s people can’t find me. I don’t want—” he started, but that wasn’t fair. “If you tell me to leave, I’ll go.”
He didn’t say it would kill him, but he didn’t have to. Andrew hooked his fingers in the collar of Nathaniel’s sweatshirt and tugged just enough for him to feel it. For a moment Nathaniel was months away from this moment, standing in the darkened front hall of Andrew’s house for the first time with a warm key digging into his palm. It felt like coming home, and it was enough to take the edge off his fear.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Andrew said: the same words, the same promise.
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