I ordered pasta for them, steak and potatoes for Nathan, and chicken soup for myself.
Then I texted Nathan.
Your dinner costs more than my medicine.
His response arrived immediately.
Worth it. Stay upstairs, Yoli. ❤️
Ten minutes later, I heard the front door open.
Then a familiar voice called from downstairs.
Angela.
Nathan’s mother never bothered knocking when she knew someone was home.
She hadn’t mentioned she was coming over, so I had no idea why she was there.