S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 7
That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.
“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”
“Where did it happen?”
“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.
“Where was Andrew?”
“In the hall bathroom.”
“Did anything get broken?”
I glared at him.
“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve met. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”
“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.”