A few minutes later, I walked back into the room.
Rose was still standing there.
“Pack your things.”
She stared at me as if she hadn’t understood.
“What?”
“You need to leave.”
“Mom…”
“I can’t have you here right now. I need time to think about what happened and what I’m supposed to do.”
Rose began crying even harder.
Then she dropped to her knees in front of me.
“I don’t have money. I don’t have anywhere to go. Mom, I’m pregnant with twins. Please.”
That sentence nearly broke me.
Twins.
My two unborn grandchildren.
For one second, I almost took everything back.
There were two different people fighting inside me.
One was the mother who wanted to pull her daughter into her arms and tell her everything would somehow be okay.
The other was the woman watching her daughter deceive a young man I had come to love like family.
