Then he asked, ‘What if I don’t like bats anymore?’
Mason looked at me once, then back at him.
‘Then we find something else,’ he said. ‘Kids change. That’s allowed.’
I had to turn my face for a second after that.
Because healing wasn’t going to look like some perfect return to before. It was going to look like new rules, slower trust, different games, and telling the truth all the way through.
Cole was still in jail the last time I checked.
Jenna was still trying to explain herself.
Noah was still sleeping with the hallway light on.
And next Thursday, I walk into family court with a binder full of facts, my brother beside me, and no intention of being twenty minutes away ever again.
