month, last month, and the security deposit.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He swallowed.
“Can we stay?”
I said nothing.
“We’ll follow your rules. Harper won’t complain anymore. We just need more time.”
That was the hardest moment for me.
Not Harper standing in my bedroom with a tape measure.
Not my wedding picture hidden behind gift boxes.
Not even hearing someone discuss removing me from the home I owned.
This was my son.
I loved him.
Part of being his mother would always be wanting to smooth the road
