“You can just drop us off here,” I say when he pulls between building one and two. He pulls over, and then when the car shuts off, I undo my seat belt and get out. Justin is already out of the SUV and opening the back door to help Dylan out. I stand in the back, not sure how to even open his trunk. He comes over and opens the door, handing me the hockey bag and Dylan the gym bag. “You go to bed early tonight,” he tells Dylan, holding out his arm to fist bump him. “Don’t stay up late watching television.”

“We don’t have a TV,” Dylan says. My eyes fly to Dylan’s as my heart speeds up. “But I’ll go to bed early,” he says and comes to stand next to me.

I look at Justin, who just stands there, and the bottom of my neck starts to get hot. “Dylan, say thank you to Coach Stone.”

“Thank you, Justin,” he says and fist bumps him again, and then turns to walk to our apartment building.

“Thank you so much,” I say and turn to walk away. I don’t look behind me. One, I’m afraid he’ll catch me looking at him, and two, I don’t want to see that look of pity on his face at the fact we don’t have a television. Dylan’s hand slides into mine, and blinking away tears, I look down at him, knowing how much he has suffered through all this.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” I ask him, and he shrugs. “How about some mac and cheese?” I suggest his favorite meal, and he just smiles. As we walk up the stairs, it gets hotter and hotter. I’m not even going to think about how hot it is in our apartment.

Unlocking the door, I walk in, not looking at anything, and then I hear Dylan shriek, “Dad!” My head snaps up as I see Andrew sitting on the couch. The hockey bag drops on the floor at the same time Dylan runs to him and Andrew hugs him. It’s been two months since we’ve seen him. Two months of peace for me. I close the door and toss the keys on the small kitchen table.

“Go take a shower, Dylan. I’m going to start dinner,” I say, and he looks at me and walks to the bathroom. I wait for the door to close and the water to turn on before I turn back and look at Andrew. The man I used to love, the man who promised me everything would be okay, the man who’s lied to me over and over again.

“What are you doing here, Andrew?” I ask him, folding my arms over my chest.

“I missed you guys,” he says, and I roll my eyes.