“Mom, we have a baby coming.”
“I know. That’s why I was willing to help.”
Brittany looked at Daniel.
“Please don’t make this worse.”
But he kept pleading.
“You’re really going to leave us without anywhere to go?”
“You have six weeks. Call your landlord. Ask whether you can extend the lease. Look for another apartment.”
“What if we can’t find one?”
“Then we’ll discuss other ways I might help. But you will not move into this house.”
He looked wounded.
I almost reached for him.
Almost.
Instead, I placed the letter back inside the box.
“I love you, Daniel. But loving you doesn’t mean you get to decide what I give up.”
For several minutes, nobody spoke.
Then Brittany quietly said, “I’m sorry, Donna.”
I looked at her.
“I believed what Daniel told me, but I still should’ve asked you myself. And I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that when you arrived.”
