The water turns off, and I tuck the letter and the jeans in the drawer and go over to the stove and start frying eggs. We have three eggs left, so I make two for Dylan and slip the last two slices of bread in the toaster. I would also have to go down to the church and see if I can get anything from their emergency fund. I open the fridge and go to grab a slice of cheese and realize I don’t have any left. Instead, I grab the small container of ham that I bought last week and take out a couple of pieces and fry it in the pan with the eggs. The bread pops up, and I grab the little bit of margarine I have left just as the bathroom door opens. “I’m done,” he says, coming out, and this time, all he’s wearing is his boxer briefs, knowing it’s too hot for anything else.

“Just in time,” I say over my shoulder, grabbing a plate and putting his eggs on them and the ham, cutting the bread in half. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he says, and I wait for him to eat before cracking open of the last eggs for myself. He looks up at me. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I had a big lunch,” I say, thinking of the lunch bag Justin left in the car. It was actually a chicken club sandwich with a bag of chips and even a drink. “Do you want more?” I ask him, and he just shakes his head. I turn back around and think about breakfast in the morning. Knowing I don’t have much left, I put the last egg in the fridge for him tomorrow.

“Can I watch some videos on your phone?” he asks, and I nod my head, thankful we can get free Wi-Fi.

“But not for too long. You have a big day tomorrow,” I say, and he nods his head and goes into the bedroom. I clean the little kitchen, my mind going around and around, thinking of everything. I’m not even working on plan B; I’m working on plan C, and then I’m working on worst-case scenarios. The thought of the two of us having to move again is making me sick. There is no way I can find another apartment as cheap as this for what we get. I know it isn’t much, but at least it’s clean. The other places we found were roach-infested or in an even seedier part of town.

I finish cleaning with tears streaming down my face. I wipe the tears when I finish and then splash some cold water on my face. Walking to the bedroom, I see he’s already sleeping, so I grab the phone from the bed and see that I have a text message.

Justin: Where are you?