The Three Oak Trees
Chapter 5 — The Text
Three days after we laid my husband and my children in the ground, my mother sent me a single text message.
Not a call.
Not a visit.
A text.
It read: I hope you are managing okay, but Sabrina feels really hurt that you forgot to call her on her birthday. I read it a fourth time, and a fifth, hunting for some hidden warmth in it, some sign that a mother was reaching, however clumsily, for a grieving daughter.
There was none.
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