I never made her.

I kept them in a locked drawer, and I told her they’d be there whenever — if ever — she wanted them, and not one second before.

Chapter 25 — A Mistake, Over and Over

Months later, she asked to read one, and we sat at the kitchen table and opened it together.

Sondra had written that she was sorry for scaring her, that she’d only been trying to help her sleep, that all mothers make mistakes.

Mira read it twice, set it down flat on the table, and looked up at me with those steady dark eyes.