The next morning, I woke up to fourteen missed calls.

“I know.”

“You assumed my money wasn’t real sacrifice.”

“I know.”

“And when I finally did something for everyone, you decided I was the one person who didn’t belong.”

Mom started crying harder.

“I am sorry.”

I didn’t answer immediately.

Then I said:

“I believe that you’re sorry.”

She sniffed.

“But I’m not fixing this tonight.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you’re going to find somewhere else to stay.”


The next morning, I drove to the coast.

Not because I wanted to rescue them.

Because I wanted to see