trusted him.
Of course I had.
That was my mistake.
A knock sounded at the door.
Three times.
Slow.
Polite.
I walked toward it.
Before I opened it, Benjamin called through the door.
“Mom, please.”
I almost smiled.
Please.
The same son who had told me I wasn’t invited to his dinner was now standing outside asking for my attention.
I opened the door.
Benjamin stood there.
His expensive coat was soaked at the shoulders.
His hair was messy.
His face looked nothing like the confident man who had sent
