It was about the gap . His father was a good man—kind, absent-minded, emotionally offshore. He loved Nora, but he loved her the way you love a painting: from a distance, for how she completed the room.
"Hey, champ," Mark said, clapping his son’s shoulder. "How’s the sleeping situation? Still cramped?" share bed with stepmom
"Being an adult," he said, not looking up. It was about the gap
Then nothing.
Leo poured a mug. "It’s fine. We make it work." emotionally offshore. He loved Nora
His father nodded, oblivious, and walked toward the bedroom. "Nora? You up? I brought bagels."
Leo turned his head on the pillow. In the dark, he could barely see her face, but he could feel her breath.