this morning #456.

this morning, whilst washing her oldest son’s laundry, she came across a name & a number on a paper in a pocket. the mere presence of the paper in the pocket wasn’t shocking. the name scrawled on it floored her though. it’d been almost a decade since she’d heard from doug & even longer since she knew where he was. apparently though, their son knew more than she did & had most likely been in touch with him. SO many questions. the basics: what had they talked about? how long had this been going on? why was her son keeping it from her? for now, she’d clean his laundry but when he woke up, she fully expected him to come clean.