I also knew Mom kept clean sheets on Nicole’s bed and fresh milk in the refrigerator any time Nicole so much as mentioned that she might visit.

I tried not to resent her.

Chapter 3 — The Narrowing

Then Mom got sick, and the world shrank into pills, appointments, soft foods, and long nights beside her bed.

I moved back into the old house. Nicole called from airports and offices and hotels, always promising she’d visit soon and never arriving.

I tried not to resent her. Some days I managed it. Other days, changing the sheets or arguing with the insurance company, I wanted to throw my phone through a wall every time Nicole texted, Tell Mom I love her so much, please.

Mom never complained.