The Four Boys at the Restaurant Sink
“I don’t know if I want your mother to be the only one responsible,” Kelsey said finally.
“I assumed you hated her.”
“I did.
For a long time.”
“Past tense?”
“I’m tired of hating people I don’t understand.”
That sounded like something six years of raising four children alone had taught her.
“I don’t know what I want either,” I admitted.