One thing he knew for sure he would tell his mam: the recently surfaced memory of when he’d returned to the housing project to find her. She had earned that story and its meaning—that her son had not forgotten her after two and a half years of living in luxury. That he had been willing to give it up just to move back into the dingy apartment with her. That in his deepest, darkest hour, in the hour of his abandonment, when he believed that she had forsaken
