I felt my stomach drop. “Where are you going?”
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“The bus station.”
“Why?”
“Could I take an old towel? I left mine upstairs because you bought it.”
“Sweetheart, your towel belongs to you.”
Thank you, Mom.
He glanced through the window at Richard, who was drinking coffee outside.
“I thought Dad told you about his condition.”
“What condition?”
Nolan gripped his suitcase handle. “He whispered it to me the day I moved in. I remembered every word.”
I pulled out a chair. “Sit down, honey.”
Dad told you about his condition.
“Mom, I’ll miss my bus.”
“Forget the bus. Tell me what happened.”
Nolan looked frightened. “Dad said I could stay until I turned eighteen. Then I’d have to leave.”
“What?”
Richard must have heard me from outside because he appeared in the kitchen doorway, still holding his coffee.
