“I thought she would.”
“You said she’d offered!”
He looked away.
That was when Brittany said something that changed everything.
“What are we supposed to do when our apartment lease ends?”
I turned toward her.
“What do you mean?”
“Our lease ends in six weeks.”
“Daniel told me you renewed it.”
Brittany shook her head.
“We told the landlord we were leaving.”
I stared at my son.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“Daniel?”
“We gave notice last month,” he admitted.
“Without finding another place?”
“We thought we’d be moving here.”
“You thought?”
He stood.
“Mom, I knew you wouldn’t let us end up with nowhere to go.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“You made a decision about your apartment because you assumed I’d give you my house?”
“It’s not like we’re strangers. I’m your son.”
“And I’m your mother, not your backup housing plan.”
Brittany sank into a chair.
