“Probably food,” I replied.
My mom walked over and gently helped him adjust his hold.
I picked up my suitcase.
“I’ll be back on Wednesday.”
“Where are you going?” Jason asked weakly.
“A hotel,” I said. “Two towns over.”
His eyes widened.
“A hotel?”
“Yes. I plan to sleep.”
Jason looked like he might faint.
Before leaving, I stepped closer and kissed Oliver’s tiny forehead.
Then I looked at Jason.
“You’re his father,” I said gently. “You’ll manage.”
And then I walked out.
For the first time in weeks, I slept eight hours straight.
When I returned four days later, Jason opened the door, looking like a completely different man.
His hair was messy. His shirt was wrinkled. Dark circles hung under his eyes.
