A Mother's Love

And I’d come close enough to wondering if I’d be spending the next few years in jail, I had no interest in spending my near future in a cold, dirty cell.

That fear had been enough to mend my ways.

I considered giving up my apartment for however long I was to be residing in Porter’s apartment.

It would save me nearly $1000 a month which would go along way toward savings. But the idea of not having it there when crap hit the fan with Porter was a bad idea.

It occurred to me I was already back to calling him ‘Porter’ in my head. The familiarity of calling him ‘Kane’ felt a bit dangerous.

Everything about him feels dangerous now.

I sighed. Rounding mom’s door, I knocked lightly even though it was propped open and headed in. Coming to a dead stop there.

What?

“Hello Daughter.” Mother greeted. “I’ve met your friend here.”

Porter was sitting in a chair near her bedside. His elbow propped on a thigh and his chin in his hand as he listened to her speaking until I’d arrived. Then his eyes had f