“What things?”
“There’s something Dad started making before I was born. I wanted to finish it.”
Nathan explained that he and Cole had spent their weekends working in Frank’s workshop. Frank knew the boys were lying to their mothers.Learn a Language
“I begged him not to tell you,” Nathan admitted.
“He’s the adult. He should’ve known better.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?” I asked.
“Because you’d have said no.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Mom, you won’t even drive down Grandpa’s street.”
I started to respond, but he continued.
“Last month, I asked what Dad was like when he was my age. You told me to take out the trash.”
I remembered that moment.
“You’re always busy when I ask about Dad,” he said quietly.
I sat opposite him.
“You’re staying home next weekend. No sleepovers until we rebuild some trust.”
