I could only stare at him.
“So you gave her your jacket too?”
He glanced down at his damp shirt. “She was cold, too. And she had to worry about herself and the baby. If I got sick, you’d make me soup, and I’d be fine.”
I lifted my fingers to my mouth. How was I supposed to stay angry?
“Eli…”
“I didn’t want to lose it,” he said. “I promise. But Dad always said you don’t wait to help.”
Those words drained every bit of anger from me.
Darren had said that constantly. When a neighbor’s car refused to start. When someone spilled a bag of groceries. Even when we were already running behind.
“You don’t wait to help someone in need, Carina.”
I wrapped Eli tightly in my arms.
“Your dad would be proud of you,” I whispered.
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