It’s Mother’s Day. She has a right to see her boy.
Zed said that one day she would be with Daniel again, that somehow she would find a way back into his life. Zed said a lot of things and I believed her on some level. But I guess deep down I knew she would never win.
I woke up to four missed calls from Zed. Before I could throw off the covers the phone rang again. “He’s not picking up, Felipé. I told you he wouldn’t.”
“It’s still early,” I said.
“It’s Mother’s Day,” Zed said.
“I know. I’ll be over soon.”
I had not seen Zed’s place in almost a year, not since she said we would be better off just friends. A grand house. Once the local freemasons lodge, Zed said. She had dreamed of raising her boy in the house but when that dream died the place fell by the wayside of lonely living, the knocker tangled in ivy, the gutters clogged with black leaves.
It had just stopped raining and the only sound was water dripping from the trees. On the steps of the wraparound porch, I remembered where…