Chapter 72

I believed he could.73: Packing

Tears collected in my eyes as Tacoma packed his bags. I tried to convince myself to speak with him about staying, that he could live with me for as long as he liked, or wanted, or needed to, but to no avail, something within my mind said:Let him go, Robert. He has to live his own life. You can’t trap him here in West End. He’s too young for you. He has the rest of his life ahead of him. College and education call for him. Let him go.