I waited.
That was something I’d learned very early with Grace.
Never fill every silence just because I was uncomfortable inside it.
She tried again.
« MOM. »
My fingers locked around the edge of the chair beside me.
That was something I’d learned very early with Grace.
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For 10 years, Grace had written Mom on cards and typed it in messages.
Once, while grounded, she’d written MOM hard enough to tear the paper.