“My father,” he said slowly, “kicked her out?”
“Yes. For another woman.
She told me he chose money and company over his wife and 10-month-old son.”
Elliot shut his eyes like the room was spinning.
“I took her in,” I said. “Gave her the guest room. Made her soup.
Held you so she could sleep.”
He swallowed.
“You took your first steps in my kitchen,” I said. “Knocked over Marlene’s favorite fern.”
A tiny, broken laugh escaped him.
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