“Where’s your baby?” my mom asked, her eyes trailing over the living room. There were still a few toys on the ground, and there was a stack of diapers on the floor beside the couch.

“Sleeping.” I stepped slightly closer to Elliot. “I’m not moving back in with you guys. I have a life here, and a family.” I paused for a moment and then swallowed slightly roughly. “And a pack.”

Sorrow filled my mom’s eyes. “I know we messed up, Lizzy. We were confused and hurt. And ...