When Lydia started to question her son about why he didn't bring Tate and me over right away I felt a bit bad. Ambrose was in no way about to tell her everything that happened between us.
So, I took pity on him. If these people were to help my son and me then they needed to know the truth.
Amory had joined the boys in the other room so I took the opportunity to explain my situation to them in private. Ambrose drew random patterns on my thigh as I spoke and it was honestly comforting. I know I wouldn't be here in the first place if it weren't for Ambrose, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to do this without him by my side. It was hard to talk about something that everyone seemed to pity.
To me I didn't see it that way. It was just my life, all I had ever known. The only thing I felt
