Ten feet away, through the wall, I could hear them. Laughing. Watching TV. Living normally.While I tried to sleep next to paint cans and Christmas decorations.
The second night was worse. Colder. The metal bar under the cot found every ache in my spine.
Thomas came in the morning. “You managing okay, Mom?”
“I’m fine.”
“Good. I’m thinking about getting a space heater. Soon as I check the breaker.”Soon. Another soft word that meant nothing.