“It was the closest I’d ever get to an apology. I had never seen Vincent apologize to anyone for anything, ever. But one had to learn how to hear what lingered in between the words. Just like he never told me he loved me, but I heard it in every stern instruction.
And now, even though he did not say he was sorry, I heard it in the slightly lower cadence of his voice in that single sentence.
You had to bend, with people like Vincent. Reach for what they wouldn’t give you themselves.”