“I have no money for you,” I say. “And there is nothing left for you to sell either.”

“I’m not here for that,” he says, and I look at him and see the shell of the man he used to be. His dirty jeans, his yellowed shoes, his gray shirt with stains all over it, but more importantly, the needle marks up and down his arm.

“You really have to go,” I say.

“Why are you being like that?” he says, getting up and coming closer to me. He smells like he hasn’t showered in weeks. “I just need a place to crash for the night.”

I’m about to tell him to get out of the house when the door opens and Dylan sticks his head out. “Mom, can I wear one of the new shirts to bed?”

“Yeah, honey,” I say, grabbing the new bag and looking over to see Andrew’s eyes go from me to the bag. “Keep that in there with you and then put it in the bedroom when you are done with it.”

“Okay, Mom,” he says, closing the door, and I turn back to Andrew.

“You can’t stay here,” I say.

“Why not?” he whines, and I just shake my head.

“Because the last time you came here, so did your dealer,” I hiss. “Then he came back every freaking day until I paid him the five hundred dollars you owed him!” I shout.

“I’m going to pay you back,” he says, and I turn around, walking to the cabinet and taking out a pot. “You know I just have—”

I fill the pot with water then put it down on the burner and turn around. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, Andrew. I really couldn’t care less.”

“God.” He shakes his head. “You can be such a bitch.”

“Yup,” I say, turning around to ignore him, while he goes to the couch and grabs his jacket.

“All I wanted was to spend some time with Dylan, and you give me shit about it.” I look at how his beautiful blond hair is now dark and stringy, and his blue eyes are so sunken in you can barely look at him.

“Last time you did that, we left, and you stole the fucking television,” I say.

“Whatever. I don’t have to stay for this bullshit,” he says, storming to the door and slamming it closed behind him. I walk over and lock it. Although it obviously doesn’t matter if he broke in here before. I close my eyes, and the tears come no matter how much I try to fight them. I work my ass off to make sure Dylan has everything he needs, and just when I think I’m getting ahead, Andrew comes in and knocks all my cards down.