Her breathing changed.
Her voice broke.
Every argument we had ever had, every bitter pickup, every sharp text about bedtime or insurance or who forgot the extra socks, all of it vanished beneath the sound of a mother realizing she had misjudged the man she let into her house.
“Travis?” she said.
For the first time, he sounded uncertain.
“He was being a brat,” Travis said. “He wouldn’t listen.”
I have hated people before.
I had never hated anyone as cleanly as I hated him in that moment.
Derek’s answer was quiet.
“Put the bat down.”
“Get out of my house.”
“Not yours,” Lena said suddenly, crying so hard her words shook. “Get away from him.”
That was the first time she chose the right side out loud.
Sirens rose in the distance.
They were faint at first, then closer, bouncing off the houses on that quiet suburban street.
