chocolate croissant.â
Mom pulls bills out of her wallet and shoves them at me. âIs this enough? I have more if you need it. Get anything you want.â
I take the money. I want to tell her to stop trying so hard. No amount of money is going to make me forgive her.
When I get back, Mom is deep in thought. âSo?â I say with my mouth full of croissant, savoring the more familiar flavors of butter and sugar.
âIâm so happy you changed your mind and agreed to talk to me,â she says. She is looking down at her coffee. Her fingers cross and uncross.
âEveryone deserves a second chance, right?â Did that really come out of my mouth?
Mom looks up at me, her eyes wet with the beginning of tears, and I feel a dull surge of anger. She has no right to be sad. Sheâs the one who fucked up. If anyone should be sad, itâs me.
âGod, I canât start crying already,â she says, wiping her eyes. âI havenât even started yet. My sponsor thinks itâs too soon, but I need to do this.â She takes a deep breath, and I prepare myself for whateverâs about to come. âThereâs a lot I need to tell you,â she begins. âTo make amends. I donât expect you to ever forgive me for leaving. But I want you to understand. Regardless of how you feel about me, I hope at least you wonât have this weighing on your heart.â
âDid you rehearse this?â I say.
She laughs. âYeah. Like a million times.â
âI can tell.â
âThat bad?â
I shrug. Honestly, Iâd say the fact that Iâm still sitting here listening to her means sheâs doing pretty well. But Iâm not going to tell her that.
âFirst of all,â she continues, âI need you to know that I never wanted to leave you, Marcus. I was leaving your father. I was leaving a version of myself that I hated.â
âBut I was collateral damage?â I say. The old, dull anger weighing in my chest turns a little sharper.
âI guess you could say that.â
âWhat about David? Were you leaving him?â It seems so strange saying his name out loud in front of herâillicit, forbiddenâas if naming him will unleash some sort of dark magic.
She looks away, takes a sip of her coffee. âIn some ways, yes,â she finally says, her voice surprisingly strong. âI guess you could say that. Our relationship wasnât healthy.â
âYou donât have to tell me that.â
âI was suffocating. I was extremely depressed, suicidal even, and I was very much an alcoholic. Am an alcoholic. Iâve been sober nine months now, but itâs a disease I will always have. Thatâs part of why Iâm here, making these amends. Itâs part of my recovery.â
âHow nice for you.â
She flinches. âIâm trying to make things right. Iâll do anything to make things right.â
âSo you think taking me out for coffee and apologizing is going to make things right?â I can feel my anger boiling, rising in my throat. Cruel words burn in my mouth.
âOf course not. But itâs a start. Itâs the first step in healing.â
âStep, huh? Is that an AA thing? So whatâs the next step?â
I wait for her answer while she takes another deep breath. âIâm thinking of moving back,â she says. âI want to go back to school to get my masterâs in social work.â
âYou canât do that in Seattle?â
âI was hoping I could be part of your life again. In this year before you go off to college.â
I taste the bitter green of the smoothie in my throat. âMaybe itâs too late for that.â My voice is acid, sharp, burning.
I can tell sheâs using all her strength to not cry, to not make a scene. Such a change from the mother I remember, whose feelings were always so careless and out of control, bursting out of her and
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