Mom taps on my bedroom door before peeking in, “Did Scott take your dad’s car home?”

“Ya, I’m sorry. Can we go pick it up after I shower?”

“Sure, sounds like a plan,” mom says warmly. “We’re meeting with Scott and his mother at Memphis barbecue for 6:00. We need to discuss your options,” she says before closing the door. This is going to be awkward. I take a hot shower and dress in my warmest clothes. Mom drives me to Scott’s, but doesn’t pull into his driveway, “You’re not visiting with his mom?” I ask.

“No Honey, I have errands to run. You can reach me on my cell...