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to keep their noses touching, she thought of another question.
    “Okay, tell me about your family, your parents.”
    He stiffened immediately when she said the words. He knew she did not realize the reason why and could see the worry growing across her face as she sat up due to his reaction.
    “Adam, what is it? Did I say something wrong?”
    He looked into her doe eyes and touched her face with the back of his hands as he tried to calm her fear.
    “No, it wasn’t you. It was my fault. My family is a sensitive topic for me, is all.”
    His hand remained on her face but his eyes sank low.
    “Mine too,” she offered and placed a kiss on his cheek.
    “I will tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
    “Are you sure? I don’t want to bring up any painful memories or hurt you any more than you already maybe.”
    He smiled at the thought of her concern.
    “No, it’s fine. I want you to know. Actually, it would be better to tell you now and try to avoid any confusion later.”
    He sat up and she scooted off his lap to the place right next to him. He wrapped an arm around her to make sure she did not go far from his side.
    “Denise,” he started slow then continued in a hurry as though the words could not be stopped from pouring from his mouth, like a bad taste he needed to get out, “my parents are dead.”
    She held her hands to her mouth and then clasped her arms around his neck.
    “I am so sorry, Adam. I promise, I did not know or I wouldn’t have asked.”
    He pulled her in even closer to him and took in the comfort she tenderly offered.
    “Thank you. Of course you didn’t know and that’s why I avoided you after our lunch last week.”
    She sat back and looked up at him.
    “I don’t think I understand.”
    A sad smile crossed his lips and he leaned his elbows on his outstretched legs, placing his head in his hands before recovering a moment later.
    “Let me explain. My parents made good money when they were still living, but they didn’t have any savings or life insurance. I guess it was something they intended to do and never got around to it,” he hunched his shoulders at the thought.
    “I use to play football in high school. We played on Friday nights in the fall and they always liked to be there. It was the last game of the season in my junior year and my father had a really important business dinner that he had to attend in Philadelphia. He and my mom went to the dinner and I took my little brother, Charles, with me. At the end of the game, they were still a no-show. My brother and I reached our house and there were police waiting inside and so was our grandmother, our father’s mother. I don’t remember much of what was said that night other than the police concluded it was a drunk driver who must have stolen someone’s car. The other vehicle hit my parents’ car head-on on I-95 and they were gone instantly. The other driver must have made it, but they never found him or her.”
    Denise gasped at the reality that had come crashing down on her. Here she was complaining about how her parents had left her life in emotional upheaval and Adam’s parents were no longer on the earth. She felt hot tears sting her eyes and wiped them away with the back of her hand. She noticed Adam was no longer speaking and had buried his face in his hands while low sobs came out. Denise immediately wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her embrace. No words were needed. The couple held one another until Adam pulled away to lift his head and continue.
    “So, after that, we went to stay with my grandmother. She only had her pension and my grandfather’s pension to live off of. We sold what we could and used the proceeds from the sale of the house for my parents’ funeral and burial and there was not much left over after that. I worked part-time through the rest of high school to get my brother and I the basics we needed when my grandmother did not have the extra money to do so. We did not have the best and