Page 83 of Only for Love

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’m exhausted. No idea how you do this.”

She’s wearing the yoga pants and a baggy T-shirt that she’ll sleep in. Everyone helping out is a huge burden. I grew up with a picture-perfect family, and she and Dad don’t have a ton of money they can throw my way. We came to an understanding when Cally was born. I work my booty off, sometimes literally—though Mom’s not privy to the details—I’ll also get my degree, and they will help. If I want to raise Cally in any way comparable to how I grew up, having their assistance is the only option.

“I love you, Mom.”

She wraps me in a hug. “I know, honey.”

There’s a lump in my throat because I’m hopeful everything will change and terrified at the same time. “You know he’s home.”

Her arms squeeze. “Yes.”

“I really want it to be okay.”

Mom gives a deep sigh and a harder squeeze. “And I want you and Cally to be happy and loved.” She lets me go and holds me out in front of her. I hope she’s assessing and not judging.

I bite my lip. “Are you mad at me?”

“Mad?” Her eyebrows bite together. “No. Nervous? Yes.”

“Me too.”

We share a quiet look. “Alright, get to work.”

“You’re early.” I toss the remains of the granola bar and smooth my uniform shirt.

“So, take your time. Hit Mickey D's for an ice cream. Read a book. Youcanhave a life on your own. You know that, right?”

I shrug.

“This is life, Emma. Enjoy it.” Her face is soft. Nothing fazes her. If there’s one person on earth who would understand love, it’s my mom. She loves love.

“Thanks.” I peck her cheek and head for my purse.

“Oh, and I told Cherry that she and Ryan werefarpast the line. I expect you’ll hear an apology before your birthday party tomorrow.” She clears her throat. “Bring anyone you like.”

A lump surges in my throat. “Really?”

“Might as well start somewhere. Doesn’t hurt that there will be cake and ice cream to help mend fences.”

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