Chapter 67

“I’m not going to get better doing sit-ups and leg lifts,” he says. He’s pouting, he can feel the downward pull of his mouth, and he crosses his arms in front of his chest, bitter. “I have to get back out there, Mom. I have to start doingthings again, things that don’t involve you and Dad watching over my shoulder, waiting for me to fuck up so you can come running to my side.”

Her mouth twists into an angry scowl. “Watch your mouth,” she mutters. “You don’t use words like that, Ryan, not with me.”