“Did you want to live at Ridgeway?”
“I liked the coaches. But I didn’t want to move away.”
“He promised he’d come to every competition if I made it. I thought if I said no, he’d get bored again.”
“Then why agree to the assessments?”
“He promised he’d come to every competition if I made it. I thought if I said no, he’d get bored again.”
My throat tightened.
“What did you want most?”
By the time Cecilia and I reached home, Dawson was waiting. I asked him to sit down with us.
“For him to watch me.”
I reached across the console and took her hand.
By the time Cecilia and I reached home, Dawson was waiting. I asked him to sit down with us.
“Our daughter thinks she has to leave home to keep your attention,” I told him.
That evening, Dawson invited his parents over, hoping they’d support him.
