Jordan didn’t hesitate.
“We make decisions together,” he said calmly. “If Jen doesn’t think my situation was good enough, then I trust her judgment completely. It can decide what happens next.”
All eyes turned to me.
Something had changed in the room.
And my parents felt it. Perhaps for the first time in twelve years, they realized that they were no longer in control of the conversation.
“Okay,” I said slowly, turning the check. “If you want our help, you’ll have to win it.”
Dad laughed bitterly. “Did you win it? We are your parents.” “And you spent years making fun of the man I love because he’s different from you,” I replied. “So, here’s my condition: spend a week in Jordan’s company.”
Mom frowned. “What should I do?”