Chapter 23

She laughed, a delightful sound the memory of which makes my heart ache. “It’s us against him, don’t you know? At least until he’s eighteen and on his own. So shields up. It gets worse before it gets better.”

So true. Most of the time Tyler’s the sweetest little boy, but he has his moments, and he’s having one right now. Gently I close his bedroom door shut behind me, muffling his sobs and shrieks a little. I know he’ll cry himself out and fall asleep, and a few hours from now, he’ll wake up as sweet as ever. But every step away from him hurts, but Lisa was right, I can’t give in. I’ve seen spoiled children demanding things from their parents in public. I’m not going to let our relationship deteriorate to that.

Unfortunately, this means doing something with Greg this afternoon is out of the question. I retreat to the sanctity of the kitchen, which is far enough away from Tyler’s room that I can no longer hear his cries, and as I clean up the dishes from lunch, I call Greg.