I didn’t even flinch.
I just walked in, sat on his couch, and told him everything.
From the first time Mike ignored me to the night he told Mom to “stay quiet.” And I ended with the worst part: “She’s listening to him. She’s not doing anything.”
Jacob didn’t interrupt. He didn’t ask stupid questions. When I was done, he just leaned back and let out a breath like he’d been punched.
“He said that to her face?” he finally asked, his voice low.
I nodded.
His jaw tightened.
“Your mom’s a strong woman. But even strong people get tired of fighting.”
“I know,” I whispered. “But I’m not tired. And I want to do something.”
He stared at me for a long time, then stood up.
“Alright,” he said. “Then let’s do something.”
Continue reading…
