Evans could only listen to his mother’s sad words, feeling the weight of her disapproval. She stood before him, her eyes full of disappointment, her voice heavy with the hurt she could no longer contain.
He knew he deserved it. He had made mistakes, but he felt no one was really listening to him.
Over and over, he told himself that he wasn’t the one at fault. But when his mother said she could never trust him again, the words struck him like a blow.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
His mother looked at him, surprised. “Huh? What are you talking about?”
“About reuniting with your son. I know deep down you knew I was different, but you probably couldn’t tell because you feared the truth,” he said, his heart aching.
Mrs. Colton wept, clutching her
