be their decision.
Eventually, Grant returned.
His tie was gone.
His eyes were swollen.
But something about his posture had changed.
His shoulders seemed lighter.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going home with you tonight.”
I nodded.
“Okay.”
Vanessa stood several feet behind him.
She looked exhausted.
“We’re going to spend some time apart,” she said.
There was no sharpness in her voice anymore.
Grant looked toward her.
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She nodded.
Then Vanessa did something I didn’t expect.
She walked toward me.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you
