I stumbled back, regretting my heels. Ty's father quickly steadied me. "We need to talk but not right now. After the party tomorrow, maybe if she is feeling up for it", Ty stated, quickly going into protection mode. I didn't fight him.
"Tyler, we can speak now. You can come to the house," his mother, or rather our mother's voice was pleading.
I saw the longing in her stare. Her hand was stretched towards me. I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't ready for this. I had finished my homework from my therapist—the first draft of the letter for my mom. I wasn't ready to give that to her.
"I am not going there. Mother look at her. Does she look like she can talk about this right now?" His voice was aggressive. I zeroed in on him and saw how upset he was. I knew it had something to do with
