we are all broken
Humming a sound that isn't agreement but isn't disagreement either, Finn has had plenty of time to think on his father's sins. On the what ifs and how could yous and what about mes that had haunted his child's mind in the years immediately following the death at the cells. "I knew, yes. My mother told me. It was a year or two after that when she..." Scrunching his nose, he shakes his head. "When she commited suicide," he makes himself say, unsure whether he needs to say it for Tobi's sake or his own.
The gorgeous greens and smell of blossoms is lost on Finn momentarily, and he slips his hand out of Tobi's that he might slip it around her shoulders instead. "What if," he suggests quietly, "we choose something that he would have chosen, from the stalls. And then we can give it to Everest, as a gift from him." The boy would never know his grandfather the way his mother did, but maybe that gap could be bridged, however small the gesture.
The gorgeous greens and smell of blossoms is lost on Finn momentarily, and he slips his hand out of Tobi's that he might slip it around her shoulders instead. "What if," he suggests quietly, "we choose something that he would have chosen, from the stalls. And then we can give it to Everest, as a gift from him." The boy would never know his grandfather the way his mother did, but maybe that gap could be bridged, however small the gesture.
that’s how the light gets in
