Chapter 8I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I stood on the sidewalk holding on to my backpack, just looking up at my mom. She’d been having a secret relationship for how long? Sure, my dad had been holding out hope for her, but honestly, my mom had not been encouraging it.
Should I run away like Jacob? But what kind of hypocrite would I be? I was having a secret relationship, too. I bit my lip and slowly walked toward the porch.
“I didn’t want you to find out that way,” Mom said.
“You could have told us,” I said.
“I didn’t know if it would work out between me and him,” Mom said. “I didn’t want you to meet some man who wasn’t going to stick around.”
We walked in the house, me in front.
I turned around. “Well, he’s not going to live here.”
“I haven’t even thought about anything
