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that we will.<br />
We head away from the lights of the restaurant and toward the darkened beach. Above,<br />
the clouds have hidden the moon. We slip off our sandals, walk close to the water’s edge,<br />
and sink our toes into the cooling sand. Nighttime waves crash mightier and louder than<br />
daytime ones. The farther we walk, the fewer people we see, until it begins to feel as<br />
though we’ve left civilization behind. Olly steers us to dry sand and we find a place to sit.<br />
He takes my hand and kisses the palm. “My dad apologized to us after he hit her the<br />
first time.” He pushes the sentence out on a single breath. It takes me a second to realize<br />
what he’s talking about.<br />
“He was crying.”<br />
The night is so dark that I feel rather than see him shake his head.<br />
“They sat us down together and he said he was sorry. He said it would never happen<br />
again. I remember Kara was so angry she wouldn’t even look at him. She knew he was a<br />
liar, but I believed him. My mom did, too. She told us to forget all about it. She said, ‘Your<br />
father has been through a lot.’ She said that she forgave him and that we should, too.”<br />
He gives me my hand back. “He didn’t hit her again for another year. He drank too<br />
much. He yelled at her. He yelled at all of us. But he didn’t hit her again for a long time.”<br />
I hold my breath for a moment and ask the question I’ve been wanting to ask. “Why<br />
doesn’t she leave him?”<br />
He snorts and his tone turns hard. “Don’t think I haven’t asked her.” He lies back in the<br />
sand, links his hands behind his head. “I think that if he hit her more often, she would<br />
leave him. If he were just a little more of a bastard maybe we could finally go. But he’s<br />
always sorry, and she always believes him.”<br />
I put my hand on his stomach, needing the contact. I think maybe he needs it, too, but<br />
then he sits up, pulls his knees into his chest, and rests his elbows on them. His body<br />
forms a cage that I can’t get into.<br />
“What does she say when you ask her?”<br />
“Nothing. She won’t talk about it anymore. She used to say that we’d understand when<br />
we’re older and in our own relationships.”<br />
I’m surprised by the anger in his voice. I never guessed that he was angry at his mother.<br />
His father, yes, but not her.<br />
He snorts again. “She says love makes people crazy.”<br />
“Do you believe that?”<br />
“Yes. No. Maybe.”<br />
“You’re not supposed to use all the answers,” I say.<br />
He smiles in the dark. “Yes, I believe it.”<br />
“Why?”<br />
“I’m all the way here in Hawaii with you. It’s not easy for me to leave them alone with<br />
him.”<br />
I tamp down my guilt before it can rise.