Twenty-Four
Kelly
I took care with my hair, makeup, and clothes.
I knew Jake didn’t really care if I showed up looking put together or comfortable, but I cared. This was the first time he’d invited me to hear him sing and I wanted to look and feel my best.
I wanted to make him proud, not embarrassed, that I was his mother.
Maybe that seemed like a silly thing for me to worry about, but it was important to me that he was letting me in, and if I was honest, I was nervous about seeing him in this new light.
I was used to hanging out at the ballfield and cheering Jake on during baseball games, but this version of Jake would be totally new, and I hoped there would be a way for me to fit into this version of his life.
I knew how important his music was to him.
As I entered the coffee sho
