The visit caused me to think about just what I was doing to Jeremy; he was probably telling John how off I’d been behaving. Jeremy knew I wasn’t getting much sleep, and lately he wasn’t sleeping much either. For the past few months, he’d been sleeping on the couch in the front room, like a watchdog. I continued to worry about what he was thinking of me and felt as though I’d lost touch with him somewhere along the lines. Even though I went to every game and picked him up from hockey, that wasn’t enough. He was doing exceedingly well in school, so I didn’t have to worry about that. Every now and then I would ask him if he had a girl on the side, but nothing was ever confirmed. He too seemed to keep things hidden, just like his mother. I guess his devotion to hockey and getting the scholarship to the University of Lake Superior College glazed over all that. Once home, I raced upstairs to check on my e-mails. I was appalled. There were over thirty messages from Dean.
