The tea came. I didn’t touch it.
“He’s a good kid, Laura,” Greg said quietly. “You did that. Not me. Everything good in him, you did.”
I didn’t want to cry in front of him. I looked out the window at a man scraping ice off his windshield.
“I don’t trust you,” I said.
“You shouldn’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever.” He took a breath. “I’m not asking for that. I’m asking if there’s a way I can see him that you’re okay with. Supervised, if you want. Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you say. I just don’t want to lose him twice.”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t ready to answer.
He seemed to understand. He nodded, and drank his coffee, and then he said something that changed everything.
“Can I ask you one thing? And you can tell me it’s none of my business.”
