Theo’s grin was wicked.
“The truth?”
“Having a wonderful weekend.”
“Theo is showing me his art collection.”
“We’re discussing travel plans.”
I hit send and immediately felt a delicious thrill of rebellion.
Within 30 seconds, my phone rang.
“Mom.”
Brandon’s voice was tight with barely controlled panic.
“Travel plans?”
“Hello, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Theo has a house in Tuscanyany.”
“We’re thinking of spending a few weeks there in the fall.”
The silence on the other end stretched so long, I wondered if we’d been disconnected.
Finally, Brandon found his voice.
“a few weeks in Italy with a man you just reconnected with.”
“Is there a problem with that?”
I asked innocently.
“Mom, you don’t even have a passport.”
“Actually, I renewed it last year.”
“Robert and I had talked about taking a cruise before he got sick.”
The memory brought a pang of sadness, but it was gentle now, worn smooth by time.
“We never made the trip, but the passport is still valid.”
“But mom, you’ve never traveled internationally.”
“You’ve barely left Colorado since dad died.”
“Then it’s time for a change, don’t you think?”
I could practically hear Brandon’s mind racing through the implications.
His mother, the woman he’d dismissed as a burden, was suddenly maki
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