OFF LIMITS: HIS BEST FRIEND'S MOTHER
“Then we make it end.”
Her certainty almost made me believe it.
She stood, reaching for her bag. “I’m staying here tonight. You shouldn’t be alone.”
I nodded, too tired to argue.
We spent the next hour cleaning quietly, throwing away the hate mail, stacking dishes, trying to make the apartment look less like a hiding place and more like a home again.
When we finally sat down, the city outside had gone dark. Only the camera flashes broke the stillness, bright and cruel.
“Promise me something,” Maya said suddenly.