“He just never told you.”
Ryan initially responded by trying to charm his mother.
“Come on, Mom, you know you don’t want to do that. You’re a good parent, not like others.”
But when that didn’t work, he turned to anger.
“You can’t just order me around in my own place!”
When that failed, he slipped into that wobbly, guilty voice I knew too well.
“You’re a good parent.”
Dana just hummed and unfolded the cot in the hallway as if she’d done it a hundred times before.
“Sheets are in the SUV, sweetheart. I’ll grab them.”
I walked past Ryan, still holding my pregnancy pillow, and climbed into our bed. Our real bed. My back sank into the mattress as if it had been waiting for me.
“I’ll grab them.”
***
Ryan slept on that cot for three nights before he knocked on the bedroom door, red-eyed, and finally apologized.
