Chapter 15

“Take care of my baby.”

“I did my best,” I said to her. “He doesn’t need me hovering over his shoulder all the time, he tells me. He doesn’t need me to take care of him. We all need someone, though. And a mother…well…she never stops looking out for her son. That’s what mine tells me, anyway, when she calls twice a week.” I touched the spot where the year of Archie’s birth was etched into marble, and also in my mind. “Anyway, I hope you can take care of him, because I’m not sure my best was always right, you know? It’s hard to decide when to stay close and when to give him his distance, so he can figure things out for himself.”

I reached for a wad of tissues from my jacket and swiped at my forehead, like Archie had earlier. Putting it back, I felt the prick of a thorn from the rose Freddie had handed me, the rose I’d slipped down into my inside pocket behind my gold badge.