He stared at me like I’d grown a second head.
“Mom. No.” He pressed both hands against his forehead. “It’s not that. I wish it were something that easy.”
He finally dropped into the chair. He didn’t take off his coat.
“I didn’t move out because I was ready to be on my own.”
“Then why did you go?”
“Because three weeks ago, after graduation, Ezra told me something about our family. About us. I told him he was crazy. I moved in with him because I needed to find proof.”
My mouth went completely dry.
“Proof of what?”
He reached inside his jacket and took out a sheet of paper, folded into quarters. His hand trembled so badly the paper rattled.
“Before I give you this, you have to promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He finally met my eyes. His were red and swollen. “Not this time, Mom.”
