And one careless comment of mine had helped create it.
“I’m sorry I said that,” I told her. “I wasn’t thinking about how those words could hurt someone.”
Megan lowered her eyes.
“But Megan, you can’t spend your life deciding what people will think without giving them a chance to show you.”
She nodded, but didn’t speak.
Josh finally broke the silence.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were still feeling this way?”
Megan looked at him.
“I tried.”
He frowned.
“When?”
“Remember when I told you I hated visiting people because I felt like everyone was watching me?”
Josh nodded slowly.
“And when I said I couldn’t stand anyone asking about Finn’s clothes?”
“I thought you were just tired.”
“I was tired. But I was also terrified.”
Her voice grew shakier.
“Every time your mother offered to bathe him, I imagined her seeing his shoulder. I imagined having to explain. Then I imagined her telling everyone.”
