Mom.
I run. No, I sprint—race along the cement as fast as I can to feel her in my arms.
“Hi, bab—” My hug knocks the wind out of her. “Oh, honey, you’re gonna crack a rib,” she says with a chuckle.
I loosen my grip and look into her eyes.
They’re tired. Worn.
Prison has changed her face. Not just emotionally, but physically, too. She never told me anything, but I know it was hard for her there—really hard.
I clench my eyes shut.
Don’t cry. This is her day.
It’s too hard, though. I can feel the tears coming, and she pulls me close once more. “It’s over now. It’s over.”
But it’s not.
It’ll never be over. Not for me.
Doug approaches, and I back away, letting them have their moment. They’ve waited a long time to be together.
“Hey,” Mom whispers to Doug.
“Hey.”
Mom walks into Doug’s embrace, and I watch as he savors the moment.
He pushed a lot of people away to be with Mom.
Including Jason.
His name alone makes my chest ache.
They kiss, and I avert my gaze to give them some privacy. It also hurts to watch, because I remember what it felt like to kiss somebody like that.
Even if it was only just a couple of times.
I hear Doug whisper, “Let’s get you home, babe.”
A heaviness settles over me.
Home is his trailer, which is directly across the gravel road from ours. Jason and I grew up across the road from each other, which is how we became best friends.
I live in the trailer with all the memories. They kept the trailer that Mom and I lived in for more space. She’s going to move into Doug’s so they can start their life together. They deserve some privacy, but I’d give anything to leave the home I grew up in.
But Mom wants me close.
So, I’ll endure the pain of living in the space where it all happened.
I can do that.
For her.
Chapter 2
Jason (20)