C52 52

I close my eyes. She always loved me most. Mom never forgave me for trying to make the best of our lives when they took us away again. “I’ll tell her.”

“You okay, Nicky? That rich boy being good to you?” I don’t know if she’s drunk or high or if she’s spent so much of her life under the influence of something that she just naturally slurs her words together now.

“We broke up,” I whisper