My mother’s relationship with me changed.

We spoke occasionally, but I no longer allowed her to make decisions about my home, schedule, or personal life.

She began counseling after Graham challenged her to understand why control had felt so much like love to her.

I was glad she was seeking help, but I didn’t treat it as proof she was ready to meet Willa.

Meanwhile my father sent Willa a picture of an old bicycle he’d restored.

Elena read his letter before giving it to her.