"Jake." I heard him take a step into the room. "I won't force you to talk, but your actions have me a little worried. When you close up like this, it feels like you'll erupt like a volcano. Do you get what I'm saying?"
I did. A little. We talked about it with Dr. Moore...how I hold it all in. I turned back over so he could see my face.
"Jake, what happened? Are you still worried about being in Zeke's video?" He took a step in the room, concern written all over his face. "I promise he's good with it. You're one of us after all."
A tear fell.
"Jake?" He got closer. "Are you not feeling well? What is it?"
"I'm not one of you." I sniffled, holding back the tears. "I don't have two parents that love me. That take care of me."
"What? What brought this on?" Mr. Atkins looked at me, worried. His care just made me feel worse. Why didn't I have a dad like him?
