I think back to Principal Johnson’s words. To her warnings I ignored. To the contract, burning a hole in my drawer.
“Okay,” I rasp. “Okay, baby. We don’t have to come back.” I pick him up and press a kiss to his teary cheek. “I’ll fix this,okay?”
“Okay,” he sniffles. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
All this time, I’ve been so selfish. I’ve been in denial, afraid to face the reality of my son’s needs. I’ve been acting like I’ve gotoptions when I don’t. When it’s obvious there was only ever one choice to make.
Luckily, I’m still in time to make it.
So we go home. I tuck Eli into bed and hold him until he falls asleep.
Then, two minutes before midnight, I make the call.
“It’s me. I’ll do it.”
The day after I sell my soul to the devil, I call Eli’s therapist back.
He give
