CHAPTER 44: Cards on the table

　　A week or two weeks ago, the very thought of Aaron disappearing from our lives would have given me so much joy I would have thrown a party, but now knowing what I know, I felt like a horrible person for everything. I was a horrible person. 　　I cheated him; I cheated him of the years he could have gotten to know his son. I knew he would have given anything to be a part of Zion's life. 　　"I can't," I said with a small voice. It was the truth, I couldn't bring myself to leave. My legs felt stuck. 　　He sighed and said nothing else. 　　I wanted to ask many questions, but I couldn't ask why he didn't tell me of his condition because we weren't even friends, to begin with. Last I checked, I hated him. The only thing that joined us was our son, and that wasn't enough reason to open himself up to me. Besides, there was nothing I would or could have done to help. 　　"I want to be alone." he said, "please leave." 　　"I can't," I said again, and I wanted to move at this point, but I didn't fi