down the hall. “Which one?”
She saw Noah’s younger brother, Eli, curled into a ball on a small sofa, earbuds in, sleeping.
“Don’t wake him.” Bekka, Noah’s sister, stood by a little coffee/tea station. “He just finally fell asleep.”
“Bekka.”
“Let’s sit over here.” Dunking a tea bag in a paper cup, she walked to a pair of chairs.
She looked exhausted, her dark cloud of hair drawn back into a tangled pouf of a tail. Deep shadows dogged her eyes—gold like Noah’s. She wore gray leggings and a black tee with COLUMBIA emblazoned over it.
She went there, as serious about her ambition to become a doctor as Noah was about theater.
“I only just heard, and I came right away. They won’t let me see him, or tell me anything.”
“Hospital policy. We can add you to the list. But right now he’s sleeping. They can’t give him much for the pain right now because of the concussion. Mom and Dad are with him. Grandma and Ariel just went down for something to eat.”
“Please.” Cate grabbed Bekka’s hand. “Tell me how he is.”
“Sorry. I’m a little punchy. The hospital called last night, or early this morning. The police were already here when we got here. Noah came in unconscious, but he came to, tried to tell the police what happened. He’s got a concussion, detached retina, left eye, orbital fractures, both eyes, a broken nose.”
Bekka closed her eyes, sipped at the tea. And a tear leaked out. “Fractured cheekbone, left again. Bruised kidneys, abdominal bruising.”
She opened her eyes again, met Cate’s. “They beat him, two of them. Just beat and beat him.”
Both arms hugged to her belly, Cate rocked. “Is he going to be all right?”
“He’s going to need surgery for the retina, and possibly on both eyes for the orbital. We’re waiting for the specialist to examine him. He’ll need surgery for the cheekbone fracture because there’s some bone displacement. They need to wait until the swelling goes down, until he’s more stable.”
“Oh God.” Breathing in, breathing out, Cate pressed her fingers to her eyes. “How did this happen? Why would anyone do this to him?”
“He said he was walking back after you got a cab.”
“Oh God, oh God.”
“He thought there were two of them, and that’s what the witnesses who scared them off said. Two men, white men according to the witnesses. Noah doesn’t remember much, just walking and something, someone hitting him from behind. He doesn’t remember, or didn’t, what they looked like. The witnesses had more, but not much because they were about half a block away. But they said, when they started to beat him, they . . .”
“What?” At the hesitation, Cate clutched Bekka’s arm.
“They called him a nigger chink, a faggot, and they said he’d get more and worse if he tried to fuck a white girl again. They said if he ever put his hands on Cate Sullivan again, they’d cut off his dick.”
“They—” She couldn’t find words, not in her mind, much less voice them.
“That doesn’t make it your fault. But . . . our mother, especially our mother . . . You have to understand how hearing that, seeing him, makes her feel.”
She couldn’t understand. She couldn’t understand anything. “I don’t know what to do, what to say, how to feel.”
“The police are going to need to talk to you.”
“I don’t know anyone who’d do this to him. Bekka, I swear it.”
“You don’t have to know them.” On the sofa, earbuds out, eyes open, Eli watched her. In those eyes, eyes of a fifteen-year-old boy, lived such bitterness. “They know you.” He rolled off the couch. “I’m going for a walk,” he said, and walked out.
But they don’t, Cate thought. They don’t know me.
“Eli’s angry,” Bekka began. “Right now he can only see his brother in the hospital, put there by white men over a white girl. He can’t see past that yet.”
Cate closed her hand over the little heart she wore every day. “Will your family let me see him?”
“Yes, because he’s already asked for you. Whatever they feel, right now, they want only what’s best for Noah. Wait here. Let me go talk to my mother.”
Shaken, sickened, Cate waited. Because she knew Lily also waited, worried, she texted an edited version she’d expand on in person.
He’s sleeping. Two men jumped him last night. He’s hurt, but resting now. I’m waiting to see him, and I’ll tell you everything when I get home.
Lily’s answer came instantly.
Give him my love, and take some for yourself.
She got