Caleb was kind of a chick. I don't really mean that in a bad way, but he was. He was a mom. At least he took care of me like one. It started with the soup. I hadn't even asked but the boy thought I might be hungry so he made some. He made soup. Not ramen. Soup. Then he did things like notice I had no clean clothes. Laundry. There was no healthy food in the house. Grocery shopping. There was no money. Legitimate job.
I hadn't gotten out of bed in a week, and Caleb got a job.
I kind of thought that maybe if I'd only done this sooner... and then I realized an ex-homeless prostitute was taking care of me.
What the fuck happened to my life?