“It was wrong. I didn’t do the paying,”
I looked at him.
“Theo, it’s okay. Really. That lady… she made this a bit scary for you, didn’t she?”
Theo nodded.
“So we just take it slow, okay? Remember when we started doing the shopping, and all you did was take the receipt?”
He nodded again.
She made this a bit scary for you, didn’t she?”
“We’ll start from the beginning again.”
I smiled as I said it, but my heart was cracking into pieces. I couldn’t stop wondering whether he’d ever feel ready to go in alone again.
***
A couple of weeks later, Theo was managing to take the receipt again. Some days, he paid, too.
Then someone from an old school parents’ group sent me a link.
“We’ll start from the beginning again.”
Marcus, have you seen this?
The thumbnail showed Dylan’s mother.
