Chapter Thirteen - Cade

The writing scribbled on a Post-It taped to the fridge is from Will. I can tell by the crap handwriting. It looks like they’re having some douche frat meeting at the condo tomorrow because the frat house is being renovated.

I crumple the note into a ball and toss it in the trash. Like we don’t have enough douchebags in this apartment already.

***

My mom is sitting in her room, which contains a twin-size bed with a dresser and nightstand. She looks so small curled up in the middle of her crumpled blanket with her knees under her chin.

A small glass of water is on the nightstand next to her. It looks untouched. The rooms are small, but there’s no dope or alcohol and that’s all that matters.

Dark half-moons hang underneath both eyes, and I know she’s having a hard time. The first few weeks are always the worst.

“Mom.”

She opens her eyes and blinks at me for a few seconds. A small smile crawls up her lip. “Cade. I didn’t kn