“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I wish I knew. I don’t know. Don’t — don’t call me that right now, okay, please, don’t, it makes it worse.”
“Okay… I was trying to be gentle, but.. I’m sorry if it upsets you. You can talk to me about everything, you can tell me what’s wrong.”
“If I knew, I would say, I promise I would say. I just — something is wrong, somewhere, I don’t know. I just feel — ” Summer jitters in his grip. “Something is wrong. I’m sorry. I’m — I’m sorry. I’m not angry, I just — you say that, and — no.”