Beth’s voice crackles in and out as the signal weakens.
“Oh love,” she says. “I’m so sorry. Been in Townsville this week, but I’ll be home tomorrow arvo.”
He sounds relieved.
“All good. We'll be swinging back this way around sunset if you'd like a hug.”
“I would love a hug, precious boy. It’s been far too long. I’ll text you my new address. I’ve moved again.” Her tone shifts to one of concern. “What brings you out this way? Are you going where I think you’re going?”
He seems reluctant to say it out loud, in case it feels too real.
“I’m gonna try,” he says. “Reckon it’s about time I went to see her.”
Beth is silent for a moment.
She knows the risks.
She saw the injuries.
“I’m sure your mum would love that, sweetheart. More than you know.” She hesitates, choosing her words carefully. “Very brave of you to go back. But promise me you’ll leave as soon as trouble starts.”
Huddling closer, he slips a thumb through my belt loop.
“I won't be knocking on that door alone,” he says, as if to reassure her.
“Got that spunky man with ya?” she asks.
“I do.”
“Hey Amos!”
I lean toward the phone.
“Hi Beth.”
“Looking forward to meeting you,” she says. “Hope Marco’s been behaving.”
“Most of the time,” I tease.
Her laugh is warm and melodic.
“Alright love. Come over around six, I'll cook something nice. Birthday boy's gotta eat.”
“Your cooking isn’t the only reason we're coming to see you,” he adds playfully.
“It's half the reason, admit it,” she says knowingly. “I'll make some cookies for your drive home, too.”
His eyes glisten.
“Love you,” Marco murmurs.
And he looks me in the eye as he speaks the words, even though he’s saying it to her.
It’s the first time I’ve ever heard Marco say the L word to anybody, even via text.
It warms my heart so much.
I desperately want to hear it again.
