“You’d be right to tell me to leave. But hear me out first, please. I can’t explain it, but I got feelings, you know? Like you might need my help.”
“I…we don’t need your help. I’ve been just fine for forty-one years, and I’ll be fine for the next forty-one—without you.”
“Angie, I was a dipstick parent and never pretended to be otherwise. But I’m through with that. I want to be as good a parent to you as I can with the time we have left. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“It’s too late. In my heart, you’ll never be my mother. Never.”
“I understand that; I do. But you’re the only living rellie I’ve got. I just hope we can be friends.”
“Friends don’t get on their motorcycle on a whim and just leave.” Angie sounded bitter, but Kelly knew she was afraid. Who would want to waste their time gettin
