"Mom, stop," Nathan said uncomfortably, shifting on both feet.
"I…" I swallowed hard. "I've got to get back to work."
Nathan frowned at me. "Becca?"
"Sorry." I pushed past him to dash through the door.
"I'll come find you later?" he called out in a questioning tone.
I didn't reply, just hurried down the hall until I was out of sight. I wandered, in a daze, until I found myself in the cafeteria. I slumped down into a seat and stared at the surface of the table, not really seeing anything.
Helen's words explained so much. They explained everything.
She'd made everything clear. I'd just had everything spelled out in black and white.
I now understood exactly what Nathan had gone through.
And that was when I knew.
The lump in my gut turned to pure ice.
I could never make him go through it again.
