“Enough about me. How’s work going for you lately?”
Watching Mom put on a brave face, I felt a pang of sadness.
No wonder she had retracted the message she sent in the early hours.
She must have been struggling, unable to sleep, and wanted to reach out but didn’t want to disturb me.
I couldn’t ask her directly what was wrong, because, with Mom’s reserved nature, she’d likely avoid revealing the full truth.
I’d have to figure things out on my own.
When I was young, my father passed away.
To spare me from the pain, my mom never remarried and raised me on her own.
After college, I made my first real money and wanted to bring her to live with me so she could finally relax. But then she told me she was getting remarried.
The man she married, Cody Dalton, was a few years younger than her.
Cody didn’t have much to his name, but he seemed decent and honest. I supported her decision wholeheartedly. She’d given up so much for me, and it was her turn to find happiness.
Knowing how much Mom had sacrificed and how much she longed for companionship,