about my house.”
Then I closed the door.
An hour later, David called.
“Mom, we need to talk.”
This time, I agreed.
Eventually, even the person in the middle has to decide whether he’s between two women or standing on the wrong side of a boundary.
Chapter 4
My son finally heard why the old pattern had ended
David arrived that evening looking exhausted.
He sat on my sofa, elbows on his knees, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Rachel is furious.”
“I assumed.”
“She says you locked her out.”
