It has been three days since Charlie was hospitalized. Each day, I’ve been visiting him with Luke after my college classes. Today, the doctor informed us that he was ready to go home, but the challenge was figuring out where to send him.
"I would love to take him home with me, but—" I hesitated, struggling to articulate my concerns. "My apartment is small, and then there’s my brother. He isn’t exactly the most welcoming person."
Emma nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging my concerns. "You don’t need to explain, Arabella. I’m genuinely grateful for what you’ve done for my son." She offered a reassuring smile. "You don’t have to worry about him anymore. My mother would take him in a heartbeat."
I bit my lower lip, a wave of guilt washing over me. "Are you sure he will be okay there?" I asked
