expect effort.”
They both nodded. It wasn’t forgiveness. Not in that moment. It was a start.
* * *
Jason came a week later, alone.
He stood on the sidewalk on a Saturday afternoon, hands shoved in his pockets, looking up at the house. His hair was a little messier than usual, like he had run his hands through it one too many times.
“Hey,” he said when he continue reading …
