I glance over to Drew, our eyes meet as he is leaving the room.  I don’t want him to go.  I put my hand out, but he doesn’t take it.  “Don’t go.”

He hesitates.  “Remember...I’ll find you.” He smiles.

I nod.

“Take a nap.  I’ll be around.  I’m not going anywhere.”

I look to Papa to try to read his expression.  It’s softened from the last time he saw Drew.  I’m not sure if it’s concern for me, or what.  “Thank you,” I whisper.

“Anything for you, Alex.”