She cleaned up. She checked on Emma. She refused to let me move.
Before she left, she looked me in the eye.
“He will either grow up, or he won’t,” she said. “If he does, you’ll see it in what he does, not what he says. And if he doesn’t, you and your daughter will still be okay.”
Jake is staying with his mother now.
I do not know what will happen to our marriage.
But for the first time since my injury, I do not feel trapped.
