Abbott took a seat, knowing what was coming, but said nothing.

Zac took his mother's hands into his own, then said, "Mom, I can't stay here. At least, not for a while."

Jennifer nodded, taking the news reasonably well.

"You know what I am now, Mom," Zac continued, his eyebrows pulling together in concern. "I'm sure Dad told you."

She nodded, looking at the table, listening.

"Mom, do you understand why I can't live here with you?" Zac asked, worried. ...