Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Better than someone like my own damned father.
Memories of my dad’s rage stormed into my mind against my will, making me nauseous.
My phone buzzed for the millionth time, and I no longer had a handle on my self-control. I answered it on speakerphone and then placed it on the table so I wouldn’t throw it across the meadow.
“What?” I barked.
“Finally!” My mom’s voice was relieved, but I also heard fear and desperation in it, a sound as familiar to me as the scent of her apricot hand lotion. “Where the hell are you, Sam? We need you here. Things are out of control.”
No kidding.
“I’m in Colorado,” I said.
“Well, you could have told someone you were leaving. And why now, when Kira needs you and Ethan is in the middle of tax season at work?”
While Kira had acted out with drugs, Sophie had acted out with men. She’d thrown herself at them in hopes of finding “the one,” but, despite my attempts to keep her out of trouble, it had resulted in an unwanted pregnancy at the age of twenty and a string of asshole losers ever since. Ethan was the latest boyfriend, but I had to admit this time seemed like the real deal, not to mention, I liked the guy.
And my mother more than liked him. She thought Ethan was Sophie’s only chance at a normal life, and she tried everything in her power not to burden him with our family issues.
I couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t Ethan’s job to deal with Kira. But it wasn’t mine either. Not anymore.
“You don’t need to do anything. Kira made her choice. And now she’s going to have to live with the consequences of her actions. We can’t keep bailing her out, Mom,” I said.
There was a long beat of silence on the other end. I thought I heard the tinkle of ice cubes, but I wasn’t sure.
“She’s sick,” she said. “Addiction is a disease. It’s not her fault.”
I let out a humorless laugh. No, it wasn’t. And that’s why I’d spent several years dropping everything to help her and bail her out of trouble. That’s why finally setting boundaries was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. “The addiction may not be her fault, but her actions are. Where does it end? If she won’t consent to treatment, we’ll be right back here again in a month or two or six. Just like we’re right back here after last time. And the time before.”
“She didn’t have an easy childhood, Sam,” she reminded me.
I didn’t either. I bit my teeth against all of the toxic responses that threatened to rain out if I so much as opened my lips.
“She needs you,” she said softly for the millionth time. “We need you.”
What about when I needed you?
“I’ll be home in a few weeks,” I told her. “I’m heading out to California for a break.” I thought back to the way I’d just fucked things up with Truman. Even my vacation was going to be pathetic now since it was pretty clear I’d spend the entire time dissecting what I’d done wrong and how I’d never have a healthy relationship as long as I lived.
“Surely your family is more important than some fancy beach vacation,” Mom snapped. This was the expected next stage of any manipulative conversation with my mother. First was the sweet, innocent plea. Next came the angry implication that I was selfish and snobbish. Finally, the sullen mother guilt would wrap it all up in a tidy bow. Sometimes followed by the bonus hanging up of the phone.
“Not right now, it’s not,” I admitted. “I’ve prioritized work and my family for fifteen years, Mom. It’s not too much to ask for a week to myself.”
“Must be nice,” she said with a sniff.
I thought of my bike crushed against the sign. The look on Truman’s face when I got angry. The possessive way Barney Balderson had held him when he’d tried defending me to the sheriff. The easy affection between Tiller and Mikey—the kind of relationship I’d never have with someone.
“Not really,” I muttered.
“You can fix this,” she said. “You’ve always fixed everything. It’s your role. You’re the fixer.”
I hated this forced narrative. I’d done what I’d needed to do out of desperation, not some innate skill or calling.
“No. Not this time. If you want this thing with Kira fixed, then fix it. You’re an adult. You have a job. You bail her out.”
“You have no idea what I’ve been through, Sam. None.”
I looked out at the streaks of color the setting sun was shooting across the clear sky. It was so beautiful here in the valley. It almost felt like I was protected from the full weight of my family responsibility. “I find that hard to believe. Look, Mom, I have to go. I’m sorry you’re having a tough time, but Kira needs to learn to look out for herself.”