I Cut Ties With a Broken Home
If I had known, I wouldn't have mistakenly believed that he—the boy I had known for so many years—was the only person who hadn't abandoned me.
Another message popped up.
"You should change your application, too. Let's stay in Jethroville together. Doesn't that sound good?"
No, it didn't.
I looked around the room.
Mom was studying the menu with Alesha, discussing what else they wanted to order. Alesha loved her food to be on the sweeter side rather than the spicier side, and Mom remembered that very clearly.
Hubert had put on disposable gloves, carefully peeling shrimp for Alesha. In all the years I'd known him, I'd never seen him act so attentive.