me folding Lily’s sweaters.
«He says he didn’t understand.»
I kept folding.
«He says he thought you were manipulating him into ending the trip.»
I placed another sweater in the box.
«He says you two had been fighting so much that he assumed—»
«Elaine.»
She stopped.
I looked up.
«I don’t need his explanation.»
Her expression crumpled.
«He’s my son.»
«I know.»
«And I love him.»
«I know.»
«But I don’t know who he is right now.»
I nodded.
«I know that too.»
«He wants to call you.»
«No.»
«Sarah—»
