“I mean it.”
“Okay, but don’t make a speech.”
“No speech.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
We started walking toward the parking lot.
Halfway there, Tessa looked at me.
“Are you going to get in trouble at work?”
“Probably.”
Her face changed.
“Because you came here?”
“That’s not your problem.”
“But—”
“No.”
I stopped walking.
“Work is my responsibility. Being your mother is also my responsibility. I just got confused for a while about which one should always
