Even so, a piece of God’s love and mercy stayed with me. It wasn’t tangible nor visible, but there was still a part of me which told myself that it was there.

Since I was banished from the computer, I could no longer talk to Sam on AIM , email, or MySpace. But somehow, that was okay. Every day, he would send me a sweet text message, or we’d chat for a little while. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

Whenever I saw Brett doing a craft project with Meggie or play ball with my twin brothers, John and Ron, the scene kept replaying in my mind.
Of Brett looking into my mother’s room, seeing what he had no business to see.

I knew that he was a slimey man, though no one else seemed to realize that. It broke my heart to see my mother, someone I loved, to make such a rotton choice.
She said she loved him, but perhaps she had forgotton what love was.
Then I knew how much she loved her kids, and how she would do anything for us.

I reached for my phone to call Sam.
I needed someone to talk to.