to seeing her children’s flaws.
I thought of all the times Arthur had been stricter with Robert, and I had defended him.
“He’s just a kid,” I would say. “He’ll mature. He’ll learn.”
How many opportunities had I given him to learn to be a better person, and he had simply chosen this path?
I returned to the living room with two steaming cups of coffee and sat across from Robert. He was still looking at his phone, probably sending messages to Sarah to tell her everything was going according to plan.
“Is everything okay with work?” I asked, trying to maintain a normal conversation.
Robert looked up and nodded.
“Yes, Mom. Everything is perfect. In fact, things are going so well that Sarah and I are thinking about buying a bigger house. You know, thinking about the future, maybe having kids.”
The mention of a bigger house confirmed exactly