in front of him.
But I had understood that smoothing every road had helped create the man standing in front of me—a thirty-two-year-old husband and expectant father still waiting for his mother to solve the consequences of his choices.
“No, David.”
His face fell.
“Mom, please.”
“You and Harper made a decision. She issued an ultimatum, and I accepted it.”
“We can change—”
“I will not be a hostage in my own home.”
He looked down.
“I’m not putting you on the street tonight. You have three weeks. Use them.”
