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Toward the end of brunch with Theo’s mom, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his jeans’ pocket, looked at the display. “It’s Eric,” he said. “Sorry, guys, I have to take this.”

“Do what you have to do,” Anna Jameson said, giving her son a good-natured wave of her hand. “We’ll be more than fine.”

It was the first time I’d met Theo’s mom. She was beautiful—tall and lean, with a willowy, lightly muscled, yoga-type body. Her hair was brown but sun-kissed, natural-looking. Her skin was luminous, her big eyes alive.

When we’d first sat down with Anna at the Walnut Room, Theo had introduced me, then reached out a tattooed arm and squeezed my shoulder. Now, as he stood to take the call, he put his hand lightly on the back of my head, holding it there for a moment. That hand had the tenderness of a kiss.

His mom saw it. Anna smiled at me as he walked away. “Thank you for letting him stay with you until he gets in his own place.”

“Sure.” I searched her face for a sign of whether Theo had told her about the break-in or getting turned down for a mortgage. She looked unperturbed, which I took to mean he hadn’t.

“I’ve never seen Theo like this,” Anna continued.

“Like what?”

She shrugged. “Like he is with you.”

This was said without irritation or territorialism. I knew that my friend Grady’s mom always seemed to take it personally when Grady dated someone, as if it were a slight to her. But Anna didn’t appear to be that type of person.

She glanced around the Walnut Room. “I can’t believe it’s the holidays.”

“But it’s not yet. It’s not even Thanksgiving. I’ve always thought they get the decorations up too early.” The place was bedecked in holiday regalia—ruby ribbons and forest-green bows, glittering red lights and a massive Christmas tree in the center of the room that, this year at least, had a woodsy theme with a plethora of faux birds and forest animals covering its branches.

“I like when Christmas lights are up way before Christmas,” Anna said. “It’s one of the things that make me happiest.” A smile spread across her face. “Theo is one of those things, too.”

“He said you two are close.”

She gave a short laugh. “Yes. Well, his father and I got pregnant when we were college sophomores. Brad never wanted a baby. I guess I didn’t, either, not in theory. But once Theo was here, it was clear he was always supposed to be here. He was just the light that always shone. Brad and I stayed together until Theo was out of school. Then Brad wanted to move on, to be somebody different. I couldn’t totally blame him.”

“That’s big of you.”

She gave a shrug. “You can only do what you can do. My parents considered themselves hippies, and they always used to say that. You know, ‘live and let live.’ And I have to say, that kind of attitude applies to nearly every situation. I had breast cancer a few years ago, and that really helped me through that.” She sighed. “So many challenges.”

“Wow. That must have been tough. Were you and Brad still together then?”

“No. No. We’d just broken up, and we only saw each other like we do now—at events for Theo. We were together so long that we’re more like brother and sister.” She gave a rueful chuckle, shaking her head. “I ran into him the other day when I was with a girlfriend at Tavern on Rush. We sat down outside, and I looked over, and there was Brad with a woman who was Theo’s age, maybe younger.”

Was that a stab at the age difference Theo and I had?

But Anna just shrugged again. “Brad is like that. He’s a big boy in the business world, but he doesn’t want to grow up personally. It no longer affects me.”

“I haven’t met Brad yet,” I said. “We’ve been trying to meet up with him but it keeps getting rescheduled.”

A rueful smile. “By Brad, I’m sure, not Theo.”

“Sounds like it.”

She sighed. “Theo wants so badly to have a relationship with him. When he was eighteen or nineteen, he really turned to Brad and it was hard for me to watch him struggle when his father still wasn’t the fathering type.” She looked toward the restrooms. Theo was heading back our way. “I used to worry that Theo would emulate him, but I think it’s caused him to go the other way. He’s more grown-up.”

Theo reached our table. Another squeeze on my shoulder as he took his seat. He looked back and forth between us, as if trying to read the dynamics. I realized then that despite the call from Eric, he might have left to give Anna and me some time alone. “How are we doing?” he asked.

“Great,” I said.

“Great,” she echoed.

Theo looked down at his phone as if waiting for another call. Or maybe thinking of the one he just took. His forehead creased with what appeared to be deep concern. His mom was right. Theo was grown-up. And that grown-up person was worried about something. Was it his talk with Eric? Or was he not as happy with me as his mom thought? His silences and moodiness over the past few days seemed directly related to the mortgage situation and the break-in, but I couldn’t help worrying it was something else. Something having to do with us.

His phone dinged, the tone telling him he had a text. He read it, frowned. “I have to get to work.”

“On a Sunday? Anything wrong?” his mom asked. But she asked in the way people do when they’re sure the answer is no.

Theo cleared his throat. “Just some things I want to deal with.”

My phone chimed, too, and I looked down. Christopher McNeil, the display said. My dad. I noticed he’d called a few times. Since he didn’t text much, I was waiting for an open time to call him back and have a real chat with him. For now, I hit the ignore button.

We stood from the table. “Izzy,” his mom said, giving me a hug, “I’d love to meet up for coffee or tea sometime.”

“I’d love that, too.”

We smiled at each other. Although she was much more carefree and casual than my mom, they had a similar elegance.

We said goodbye to Anna outside the restaurant in the midst of a colorless, snowy day.

When she was gone, I turned to Theo. He wore a navy blue wool coat with a mandarin collar, a masculine design with a subtle flair.

“What’s going on with Eric?” I asked.

“He told me something that has me worried.”

“What’s that?”

“He said the company’s books are messed up.”

“Messed up how?”

“Look, Iz, I don’t know, okay?” His voice held more of a bite than I’d ever heard. He moved back as a bus lumbered down State Street. “I don’t know anything, all right?” he said, his voice loud, which I suppose was to compensate for the bus, but it jarred me a little.

I tried not to feel hurt. “All right.”

I started to turn away, but his voice, kinder now, stopped me.

“Wait,” he said. I turned back to him. He sighed, looked down as if gathering his thoughts. “What he knows is that we defaulted on a loan. A big commercial loan.”

“Whoa,” I said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“How did that happen?”

He shook his head. “Eric’s trying to analyze the situation. He keeps the books, right? So he should know. But I’m sure that’s why I didn’t get the mortgage. It was a loan we applied for when we first started the company, and we personally guaranteed it.”

“Oh, no, that’s not good.” Immediately, I regretted my words. “What can I do to help?” I asked quickly.

“Nothing.” He was shutting down. I could see it, even though I’d never witnessed such a thing before. I could see him distance himself from me. “I’ll figure it out by myself,” he said as if confirming my suspicion.

He kissed me and hailed a cab, its yellow sides spattered gray with slush. I watched it drive away, then I turned away and began to walk west down Washington. Mentally, I ran through the events of the past few days—from the mortgage denial, the break-in, now the troubles at HeadFirst. I thought the world of Theo. But I had serious doubts that he could figure it out alone. Maybe he would turn to his dad? Or his mom, with whom he clearly had a strong bond.

Later, I would think how it was the last time Theo’s mom saw him before everything started to truly crumble.