I looked at my sons standing there in our kitchen and couldn’t look away.
Officer Benny picked up his cap from the counter and turned to me.
“I remembered what you told me at the store last month. That you were worried about Logan. That you didn’t know if you were handling it right.”
I had said that. I’d run into Officer Benny in the cereal aisle and somehow ended up telling him more than I meant to.
“You were worried about Logan.”
“You deserved to hear this part too,” he said. “That’s why I called you. You don’t need to worry about Logan as much as you think. He’s figuring things out. He’s becoming the kind of young man you can rely on.”
Officer Benny put his cap on and headed for the door.
I stepped forward and put my arms around Logan before I’d entirely decided to.
He went a little stiff at first, the way teenagers do when you hug them out of the blue. I held on anyway, just for a second longer than usual.
Then Logan hugged me back. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s okay, Mom.”
“He’s becoming the kind of young man you can rely on.”
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