"Hi, Arthur," I said to the little boy seated opposite me.
Arthur looked down, his finger tracing circles on the table.
I stifled a sigh.
"It's me again. Chloe. Well, my name is Decker-Chloe, and you must be wondering why my name is Decker-Chloe, right? It makes no sense!"
No reaction. He kept tracing the table.
My eyes softened, sadness creeping in at the sight.
I would not give up. It had been three days, but I would get through to him. So I put on my brightest smile and continued, undeterred.
"Well… my dad wanted a boy, you know? They were going to call him Decker. Decker Silver. Like Silver Decker, you know? But then they had me! My dad decided to keep the name, so it got hyphenated with Chloe. I prefer Chloe, personally, but I still love the name - even though it's a mouthful."
Nothing.
Was he even listening?
Could he hear me? Or were the waves of grief drowning him?
The thought made my eyes sting.
I would save him. He would not drown.
