Chapter 124 S2

• “His mistake,” Leonard said, each word enunciated as if he were speaking to a child, “is his to carry. Not yours. You don’t have to carry it here.”
• The kind words felt like a blade that sliced through the numb shock he had felt when he got the news, and everything he’d been holding back: the betrayal, the humiliation and the image of a stranger in his bed, all rushed into the cut. A hot tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek, and he swiped at it angrily. He didn't want to cry, at least not in front of his father-in-law.
• Having caught what was going on, Leonard was beside him instantly. He didn’t hug him. He knelt on the rug in front of the sofa, putting them at eye level. He took the whiskey glass from Dave’s unsteady hand and set it on the low table. Then he reached out, his palm hovering near Dave’s face.