“He’s one of the good ones.” Despite my anger, I’ve never been more certain of anything. Sue’s lips twist to the side. “Are you sure?” I shrug, a ghost of a smile on my lips as I recall the past month with him and all the years before. “When he was seven, he tried gifting me a bat to fight off the other boys at school. To this day, he’s still handing me bats.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “That’s a true man; the one who sits back and watches their woman raise hell.” She points at my face. “You make sure you keep him.”
