Matthew pulled up to the house with a furrowed brow, his eyes scanning the scene before him. He saw me, his mother, sitting on the curb with tears in my eyes and a plastic bottle at my feet. I was too exhausted to even wave him down. His eyes shifted to Valerie, who was still perched in the window, her smirk slowly fading as realization set in.
Matthew’s face darkened with a mix of confusion and anger. He stepped out of the truck, his movements deliberate and tense. The neighbors, who had been peering discreetly through curtains and over fences, became bolder, stepping out of their homes to witness the unfolding drama.
“Mom?” Matthew called out, his voice a mix of disbelief and worry as he approached me. I struggled to my feet, leaning heavily against the gate for support.“Matthew, I—” I began, my voice cracking under the weight of the situation, but he raised a hand to stop me, his eyes darting to Valerie now.
“What’s going on here, Val?” he asked, his voice steady but laced with an underlying fury. Valerie shifted uneasily, her initial confidence waning under his scrutiny.
“She’s sick, Matthew!” Valerie retorted, attempting to justify her actions. “I was just trying to keep our family safe.”
Matthew shook his head, a look of incredulity crossing his face. “Safe? By throwing her out like garbage?”
Valerie opened her mouth to counter, but Matthew had already turned back to me. He pulled something out of his pocket—a key—and unlocked the gate. With gentle but firm hands, he guided me inside, supporting my frail body as we moved past Valerie’s stunned expression.“Mom’s staying here. This is her home,” Matthew declared, his tone brooking no argument. He ushered me inside, his presence a shield against the chill of betrayal that lingered in the air.
Valerie remained silent, her earlier bravado evaporating. The neighbors, sensing the shift in atmosphere, retreated back into their homes, murmuring amongst themselves about the unexpected spectacle.
Inside, Matthew helped me settle onto the couch, his concern evident in every movement. He fetched a blanket, wrapping it around my shoulders, and then sat beside me, his expression softening.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know it had come to this.”
