“Why did you leave South America?”
Jack cocked his head, clearly caught off guard by the question. He glanced around the elevator and then back at me. “You want to discuss this now?
My bottom lip jutted out and I shrugged. “The guide said it would take a full minute to reach the top…”
“This conversation will take longer than a minute.” He remarked, his smile small and fixed.
“Have you got anywhere else to be?”
He shook his head and exhaled. “No.”
Jack shifted his weight from one foot to the other and looked down at me. Eventually, he sighed quietly. “No one ever taught me to stay.”
I sucked in as much air as I could possibly muster in such a tiny space. And I realized that Jack and I suffered the same affliction.
No one had ever taught us to stay.