They were both pretending to read the books they’d been working through up until their lives had been thrown into a blender that was set to Destroy. Will found himself staring at his wife, and after a few minutes of that, she noticed, turning to him to say, “What is it?” “It was a really special thing you did for Alex,” he said. “You took a risk with me, and you raised that boy basically on your own. I love you for so many reasons, but I think that’s the one that stands out above everything else. You took Alex and me and made a little family, despite my best efforts to fuck it up. I’m never going to be able to pay you back for that.” Will could feel his eyes welling with tears, and he shook the sad thoughts of his young son and beautiful Alison from his mind. He’d done everything he could to destroy what they had, and she’d just kept chugging right along, making them work, making the family work, struggling far harder than he had to make his son into a man. “Will, it’s fine,”
