Not that night.
He came back to me instead. He put his face against my shoulder in the middle of the sidewalk and cried until his whole body shook. Over his head, I watched Graham stand alone under the crosswalk light with his arms slowly dropping to his sides.
That was his price. I watched him pay it.
Harper found out on Day Twelve.
Graham and Diane told her together, in her hospital room, with the door closed. Wyatt and I waited in the hall.
After twenty minutes, the door opened. Harper was sitting up in bed in her wig with her arms crossed.
“Get in here,” she said to Wyatt.
He went in.
She looked him up and down.
“I knew it,” she said. “I knew you were way too annoying to just be a friend.”
Wyatt laughed so hard he had to sit on the floor.
On Day Twenty-Eight, the doctors did a bone marrow test.
