“I don’t like to talk about it,” he whispered. “It just bothers me.”
After a short period of silence, I said, “Sometimes it’s hard to talk about what’s bothering you.” Todd kept his eyes glued to the floor. Though he was large for his age, at this moment, he looked small and helpless.
“I just wish my parents would stop fighting. I hate it and I’m afraid they’re going to get divorced.”