“Are you okay?” he asked. “You kind of nodded off for a minute there.”
“A minute?” she muttered.
“Yeah, we just looked over and you had your eyes closed,” he said.
Angela stood shakily. Harry grabbed her arm to steady her. Her vision swam for a moment but quickly cleared. Harry let go of her arm and cleared his throat.
“So, um, you had wings,” he said.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “I should’ve mentioned I have powers sooner. I didn’t mean to hide it. It’s just… kind of complicated. Sorry about that.”
“Hey, you saved my boy,” Harry said. “From now on, you get a free pass.”
Angela chuckled. She glanced down at Tommy and he met her gaze. His head was still full of pain but the pressure wasn’t quite so intense. Harry ruffled Tommy’s hair.
“Come on, kiddo,” he said. “Let’s head downstairs and get you back into bed.”
Tommy nodded and followed his father back to the stairs. Angela trailed behind them. She was still a little lightheaded, but it was getting better. They stopped in the hallway between their doors. Tommy stepped inside without a word.
“Is he going to be alright?” Angela asked.
“I don’t know,” Harry replied. “Maybe? I didn’t even realize what he was going through until you figured it out for me, so my faith in my parenting skills is at an all-time low.”
“That’s not your fault,” Angela said. “It’s not like you can read minds.”
“Yeah, well, neither can….” He trailed off, then smacked himself on the forehead. “Of course you can. You tried to tell me as much the other day.”
“Yeah,” she said, recalling the image of his wife’s car crash. “So… that thing about the brakes. Was it true?”
Lowering his voice, Harry said, “As far as Tommy needs to know, yes. The kid’s as stubborn as I am. He wasn’t going to change his mind unless he had a neat and tidy explanation.”