my parents divorced when I was twelve, everything changed.
Dad moved out.
Mom cried when she thought I wasn’t watching.
I stopped eating much at school and became quieter.
Noah noticed.
He never demanded an explanation.
He simply sat beside me.
Sometimes he talked.
Sometimes he didn’t.
Years later, when I failed my first driving test, Noah showed up with two ice creams.
“One because you tried,” he said.
“And the other?”
“Because you drove terribly.”
When I wanted to quit art after someone laughed at one of my paintings,
