“So, what are you afraid of? Prove it!” Helen hissed, a predatory smile spreading across her face.
“The conversation is over,” he said firmly.
Helen left, but before she did, she whispered:
“One day you’ll realize I was right.”
The Breakdown
I tried to forget it, but her words stung.
Two weeks passed in silence, with no calls or visits. I began to think Helen had given up.
But one afternoon I came home and froze in the doorway. Caleb was on the sofa, his head in his hands. Helen was beside him, her hand on his shoulder. My blood ran cold.
“Where’s Lucas?” I asked.
“He’s fine,” Caleb said softly. “I took him to your mother.”
“What’s going on?”
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