“I’m sorry I threw a fork at you,” he said to the tablecloth somewhere near my shoulder. “And I’m sorry I said you were the help. Mom says you’re not. Mom says you’re family.” He looked up, and his eyes were wide and serious. “Mom says we live in your house and you saved us. So I’m sorry.”
He held out his hand.
My throat closed.
I took his hand gently.continue reading …
