My Son Brought

now.”

“I don’t hate everyone.”

“That’s what it feels like.”

“To who?”

“To all of us!”

The receptionist suddenly became very interested in her computer.

I folded my arms.

“Ashley, I’m not doing this here.”

“Then answer your phone.”

“No.”

“You blocked me.”

“Yes.”

“Because I said Mom was crying?”

“Because you blamed Caleb for being hurt.”

She sighed dramatically.

“He continue reading …