People nearby began glancing at us. Robert lowered his voice. The continuation read in the comments 👇‼️👇‼️
“Trust me.”
For the first time in fifty-two years, I did not want to.
My mind went to terrible places.
Had the children made some kind of decision without me?
Was Robert planning to leave me somewhere?
Did he know something about my health that everyone had kept from me?
Or had he argued with the children and decided we were going to cut them out of our lives completely?
That last thought frightened me the most.
A few months earlier, I had accidentally overheard Robert telling David,
“Your mother will never agree to that.”
Now those words kept repeating in my head.
Two hours later, the bus stopped in a small town I had never visited before.
Robert picked up our bags.
“We’re here.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what is happening.”
