Lexi's POV
As beetroot red as Landon's face had been when he was with my mother, it paled in comparison to the red that flushed across my cheeks at that moment. My breath hitched and when I spoke, it came out as a high-pitched squeak, making me – if possible – blush even more.
“Thanks,” I said in a squealing and mortifyingly embarrassing voice.
Oh, gosling!
Where was a hole in the ground when you need one?!
I knew that a lot of people in my shoes perhaps wouldn’t have made the choices or sacrifices I made in order to take care of my mothers. Quit school, work ungodly hours and have no social life, because my mom needed almost around the clock care. She could still go to the bathroom alone, but someone – that’ll be me! – had to help her get up and down, in and out of beds, stools and –
