Chapter 8

“Is that why you haven’t been around? You thought I wanted the place for myself?”

“No.” He sighs. “Mom’s been sick, so Richard hasn’t been around.” He wrinkles his nose when he says the current boyfriend’s name.

“Just so you know, my offer stands whether your ma has a visitor or not.”

“Thanks. But apparently she needed me, so I had to be home as much as possible.”

For the first time ever, there’s a hint of disappointment in his tone and I suppress an urge to raise my fist in victory over the fact that he’s maybe finally starting to open his eyes to his mother’s ways.

Sheneeded him? What about hisneeds?

He could definitely have used a mother concerned more about his welfare than screwing around with half the population in town a long time ago. A mother who didn’t send him to school in tatty clothes without lunches and spent what little money she had on salon appointments to keep herself looking good enough to attract the next guy to support her.