“If this turns into a nightmare, you’re not doing it in socks.”
I moved in front of David without thinking. “Nathan? If this is about the wheelchair, he used his own property. I know he should’ve told me first, but he didn’t steal anything.”
Nathan looked like I’d hit him.
“Megan,” he said quietly. “That’s not why we’re here.”
Officer Daniels stepped in. ‘Ma’am, nobody is in trouble. Nathan asked us to bring you over. He’s waiting outside.”
“For what?” I asked.
David looked up at me, pale and confused. “Mom?”
I exhaled hard through my nose. “Fine. We go together, baby.”
“That’s not why we’re here.”
Ten minutes later, we pulled up outside Nathan’s house. My nerves still hadn’t settled. David kept glancing at me like he was trying to figure out whether this was a prank or a disaster.
Nathan led us to the porch and opened the door.
Inside, Emily and Jillian were waiting at the kitchen table. There was a humble spread laid out: pancakes, scrambled eggs, sliced fruit, coffee, and orange juice.
It was the kind of breakfast people make when thank you doesn’t feel big enough.
Emily’s new wheelchair gleamed.
Jillian stood first. “Megan, David… please come in.”
