saved ; joshler {finished}

quarante six

a few hours later, tyler was asleep in my bed, and my mom was downstairs talking quietly with some sort of social worker.

once she had finished, she came upstairs into my room and quietly walked over to me, taking my hands.

"he's gonna be okay, josh. don't worry, okay?"

"thank you, momma."

"he's so brave."

"i know. get some sleep, josh."

"okay, momma."