I knew something was wrong the moment Luke.s. refused to call his best friend. But the document he showed me was only the beginning – and the real answer was waiting eighteen years in the past.
I turned off the stove and pulled out a chair.
“Sit down, sweetheart. What happened?”
Luke stayed by the door, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve. Then he reached behind him and locked it.
“Are we alone?”
“Yes. Did you and Ben have a fight?”
Luke stayed by the door, wiping his cheeks.
“No. Please don’t call him.”
That frightened me more than his tears. “You and Ben have been friends since you were kids.”
“I know.”
“You were excited about moving in together.”
“I know, Mom.”
Did you and Ben have a fight?
“People have been calling you two twins for years.”
Luke finally looked at me. “That’s part of the problem.”
