Chapter 55

Whitney

I'm nervous as I stand outside the door of my son's apartment. Anyone probably would be, especially if they were about to bulldoze their way into his life. My stomach churns as I knock on the door, not because I'm scared of him, but because I know he's so private. He likes to live his life on his terms, has been like that since we adopted him.

The door opens, and a slight grin kicks up the side of his mouth. The smile I've only seen him smile at me. Sometimes I get the feeling he tolerates certain people, but I truly believe this kid loves his family. "Momma?"

"Hey." I give him a smile back. "I hope you aren't busy."

His eyes are wide, and I can tell he wants to be busy, but knowing him, his apartment is immaculate.

"Can I come in?" He can never tell me no, and I'm fully aware of it.

"Sure." He holds the door open for me.

I go in, immediately sitting on the couch. "Your dad told me what's going on with this boy. I have to tell you, Nick, what you're doing is am