Thirty-Nine
Ridge
“You okay?”
I looked up from my desk to see Wes standing in my doorway.
“Uh, yeah, pretty good. How ‘bout you?” I asked, scooting my chair back and turning toward him.
He stepped into the room and put his hands in his pockets.
“I tried talking to Mom, but she’s being stubborn. She insists she hasn’t done anything wrong, and when I try to contradict her, she shuts down. I told her if she keeps it up, she’ll end up alone.”
“What’d she say to that?”
“She said, once Brody leaves, she’ll be alone anyway, so what does it matter.”
“If that’s how she feels, then it’s on her,” I replied, just a tad bitter.
Wes sat on my bed and looked at me with eyes full of sorrow.
“I don’t want that for her … to be lonely for the rest of her life.”
“You’re a good son, and a good brot
