He didn’t look at me at first.
Then he said quietly, “Mom, I’m afraid of him. I can’t live in the same house with him.”
My heart dropped.
“Afraid? Why?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He finally looked at me.
“Mom, choose. Either him or me.”
The room felt suddenly smaller.
“What are you talking about?” I whispered.
He swallowed.
“He said he’s moving in permanently soon.”