A Million Nights Without You

The day I took my son to his SAT testing center, I ended up in my ex-boyfriend Lance Stephens's volunteer car.

His hands rested on the steering wheel of a Maybach. He was nothing like the broke kid I'd known.

He didn't recognize me, but his gaze drifted to my son.

“What's wrong with him?”

I smiled bitterly. “He hit his head as a toddler. Cerebral palsy.”

“It doesn't affect his intelligence, though,” I added.

Lance clicked his tongue. “My kid's taking the SATs today too. She was worried some students from low-income families wouldn't have a ride, so she made me come volunteer.”