She started sleeping through the night, which she told me she hadn’t done in months.
One evening, she stood at my sink, drying dishes.
It was a quiet moment until she came undone.
“I’m sorry about this,” she said.
I swallowed hard and put down the plate I was washing.
“This isn’t about Caleb. You were always good to me, Dorothy. I’m just glad I can do something to help you, and that little boy, too.”
She started crying.
“Where did I go wrong with him, Dana? How… how did Caleb turn into such a terrible person? I don’t understand… and I’m scared.
What if I make the same mistakes with Eli?”
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