My mom is leaving tonight, but she’s helping me clean out the apartment before she goes.
She comes out of the bathroom. “Bathroom is done.”
She holds up the black trash bags full of my rugs, shower curtain, and toiletry items. The fact she’s willing to help with this says how much she loves me. She sits on the bed I’ve already stripped, the one that started this whole mess with Cade.
“Sweetie, come home with me,” she says.
I shake my head, throwing away the food that’s about to expire and I don’t want to take with me. I found a small place to rent closer to town, where I can walk to work. The rental car was getting expensive, so I bought a cheap one to get me by for a while.
I’m not proud of my actions with Cade. There’s no excuse for me hashing it out with the entire town watching. M
