hardened.

“You need to leave.”

Andrew let out a dry, humorless laugh.

“You’ve been telling me that for a long time.”

I looked between them.

“Someone tell me what is happening.”

Andrew finally turned to me.

“Mom, do you remember my eighteenth birthday?”

The question struck me hard.

Part 2:

Of course I remembered.

How could I forget?

I had planned that party for continue reading …