The last person I wanted to ask for help.
Barbara.
Eric’s mother.
Barbara and I had never been close.
She thought I took things too personally.
I thought she had spent Eric’s entire life making excuses for him.
If he forgot something, Barbara fixed it.
If he ran short on money, Barbara helped.
If he created a problem, somehow someone else ended up solving it.
After Eric left, Barbara had stopped contacting me entirely.
I assumed she had chosen her son.
Still, I called.
She answered sounding half asleep.
“Claire?”
My voice broke almost immediately.
“Barbara…”
Her tone changed.
“What’s wrong?”
And then, for the first time, I told her everything.
I didn’t soften the details.
I didn’t defend Eric.
I told her about the savings.
The other woman.
The emergency delivery.
Chloe’s medical expenses.
The phone call.
The things Eric had said.
The visit to his house.
