A week later, the whole thing still weighed on Tru. Though we spent several nights together, I could tell he remained worried about his mom. Or rather, her reaction to his news. What he wasn’t saying was how much it hurt him, but I could tell. My vivacious boyfriend was less than his usual self.
“Do you think it will help if she met me?” I asked tentatively. We’d just finished dinner. Tru had cooked some chicken casserole thing that tasted amazing, and I was loading the dishwasher. He’d been fretting about his mother since he’d shown up at my door two hours earlier.
“I don’t know. She froze me out when I tried to tell her I was coming here for dinner.” He sighed and rubbed his face hard. “Maybe?”
“Say the word, and I’ll go with you to talk to her.”
“Now?”
Not exactly what I’d meant, b
