believed.
“Mom…”
“We’ll help you,” she told me. “Whatever you decide happens next, we’ll help you.”
I covered my mouth. I’d worked so hard at fitting into Aaron’s world that I’d neglected the people waiting beyond it.
“I have an attorney meeting first.”
“Good.”
“I’ll call you afterward.”
“We’ll be ready.”
At two that afternoon, I arrived at Nathan Brooks’s office. We’d attended law school together, before I decided against practicing full-time; Nathan had remained in the profession and become extraordinarily successful. His practice filled three floors overlooking Boston Harbor,
