Still, she never brought boys home.
Not once.
Then six months ago, she called me.
Something in her voice made me sit down.
“Mom… I met somebody.”
Now that somebody was standing on my porch.
I opened the door.
Graham was handsome in an almost annoyingly effortless way.
For one ugly second, a thought slipped into my head.
Please don’t let this be some joke.
I hated myself for thinking it.
Graham held out a bottle of wine.