Savannah
“Mommy, why do we keep moving from house to house?” Jace’s voice was a needle prick to my already frayed nerves.
“Mommy, I liked our old pack better,” Jermaine added. “I don’t want to change schools again!”
“Mommy this… Mommy that…”
The questions and unhappiness in their voices came in waves, threatening to pull me under. I forced a smile as I handed them bowls of mac and cheese, the only comfort food I had the energy to make. We sat around the kitchen table in my father’s house.
“Mommy, I don’t like it here,” Jace grumbled, pushing his food around with his fork. “You never let me go outside to play football. And this house is so boring. There’s nothing to do!”
“I miss Eve,” Jermaine said quietly, fiddling with his spoon.
My sons couldn’t stop the barrage of questions, and
