Wade, what are you doing?

LESLIE’S POV By the time Wade returned, I was already in bed, wrapped in my blanket, not having the energy to talk to anyone. I was also crying in my pillow and I didn’t want him to find out. He would make me feel even worse and would blame me for not handling the situation properly. I fully expected him to ignore me and carry on with his day. But, he spoke up, breaking the silence in the room. “Leslie,” he called. I wiped at my face and turned my head only slightly to look at him. “Yeah?” He stood by the door, a white bag in his hand. He still had his jacket on. I’d never seen Wade look so unsure about something before. He walked to my bed, holding the bag to me. “I stopped by the store and they had this ice cream on sale so I bought it. Maybe you’ll like it.” I looked away, burying my face back in the pillow. “I don’t want it. You can have it.” Wade said nothing. Instead, I heard him drop the bag next to my face. “I told you it was on sale. I got two and I can’t finish them. There’s