Page 107 of Catching Our Moment
That two-faced son of a bitch…
Wyatt
I’m still looking into it.
Me
Alright, man. I appreciate it. Anything you can do.
After pacing around, I dialed her.
“Hey,” I said. Great opening.
“Oh, hey,” she said. “I…um. Did you want to talk with Aaron?”
“No, honey—I mean, of course I want to talk with him. But I want to talk to you first. Is everything okay?”
“As well as it could be,” she said.
“Did you talk with the lawyer?” I asked.
“Yes, and there is a meeting set with him, James, and his lawyer for next week.
But James wants him this weekend again.”
She went on to explain the situation with his parents coming and that they’d moved Aaron out of his room and into the den. Images of Harry Potter living under the stairs flashed through my mind, and my anger grew. So did my determination.
“I hate that I can’t be there to help you,” I said. And it was true. I loved her, and I loved Aaron. Nothing would change that.
“You focus on what you need to do, and I will focus on what I need to do,” she said.
“And then what?” The words spilled out of my mouth before I realized I wasn’t ready for the answer she might give.
“I don’t know, Shaw. I just don’t know.”
I was walking to my car after an early morning workout when my phone rang.
Aaron.
“Hey, man, how’s it going?”
“Shaw. Can you come get me?” The hitch in his voice made him sound so incredibly young.
I froze. “What’s wrong? Where are you? Did you call your mom?”
“No. If she comes, they will just fight more, and my mom will cry. Can you come?”
I raked my hand through my hair. This had to stop. I couldn’t just stay here in Charlotte. But if I went, Kelcie would kill me. “I tell you what. You call your mom, and I will see what I can do. But buddy, you need to tell your mom. I can’t just come get you.”
“But—”
“Buddy, these are your parents,” I said. “Have you tried to talk to your dad about how unhappy you are?”
He sniffled on the other end of the line. “I tried. He said you and Mom have put things in my head. I don’t know what that means.”
“Call your mom. I’m going to see what I can do, okay?”
“Okay. But, Shaw, I think they want to send me to a different school. I heard Amber and Dad talking about it. They said I had to go visit it on Monday. But I have school on Monday. I’m supposed to go back home Sunday.”
