I lie back down on the bed. "I... I don't know... maybe I can go back to my hometown and try to make something of myself..." I wonder if he still lives there...
I stare up at the ceiling and say, "He was just a guy I knew who lived nearby... we'd hang out almost every day... Then..." My voice cracks. "when my mom left... and I knew I couldn't stay... he helped me out and supported my decision to leave... I just hope he doesn't hate me..."