Which was good, because I wasn’t sure I had the strength to leave if anyone told me not to. Even though I knew it was the best thing for both me and Kit.
He needed someone who could… handle being called sir, for a start.
“May I offer a word of advice, sir?” Stanley asked.
I looked up at him, happy to take whatever wisdom I could get right now.
“Don’t let them see they’ve upset you,” he said kindly. “They’ll enjoy it.”
Not Kit, I thought. Not Teddy, either.
But yeah. Kit’s mom. Will. Robert.
They’d enjoy this. And ifIwas having a crappy day, I didn’t want them having a good one.
“Stiff upper lip?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Exactly, sir,” Stanley said, serious, as I grabbed a stray sweater to fold it.
“Allow me to help you with that?” Stanley offered.
This was Kit’s sweater. All I wanted was to bury my face in it and cry.
I needed the help. Ihadto leave, for Kit’s sake, before I ruined his life.
But I needed help to do it.
“Yeah,” I said. “Yeah, umm. I’d appreciate that. Thank you.”
“It would be my honor, sir.”
