So I didn’t lie.
“The judge has to decide what’s best for you.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
My throat tightened.
“I know.”
He looked down.
“So maybe.”
“Maybe.”
His eyes filled.
“Would you come with us?”
That nearly broke me.
“Oh, Jeffrey.”
“If she moves us somewhere, could you move too?”
“I would do everything I could to stay in your life.”
“But what if she doesn’t let you?”
I reached across the table.
“We’re not there yet.”
He whispered, “Why does she want us now?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
His eyes drifted toward the framed newspaper article.
Then I understood.
“You heard us.”
He nodded.
Before I could respond, a voice came from the hallway.
“I heard too.”
George stepped into the kitchen.
He sat beside his brother.
“She said fifty-one percent.”
I closed my eyes.
“I didn’t want either of you carrying that.”
