*Celeste*
“Please, let me be alone, Robert,” I tell my son as we walk upstairs. “I’ll be just fine.”
“Mom,” he protests. “I can’t. You need someone”
I shake my head and we reach the door to our room… my room. I stand there, trying to muster the courage to walk inside as Robert stands beside me, refusing to leave.
“I don’t want you to see me like this,” I finally tell him, my voice barely a whisper.
I feel his arm around me, steady and strong. So much like his father. I place my hand on the doorknob, unable to convince myself to turn it, and finally remove it. I’m not ready for this.
Quickly, I wipe the tears from my eyes. “I’m going to stay in Molly’s old room for now,” I tell him.
“Whatever you need, Mom,” he tells me, his arm never leaving me.
“You should go see your wife
