She never lost the two of you, honey, not even at the very end when she’d lost nearly everything else.

Whatever came between you all — and I never asked, it wasn’t mine to ask — you should know that.

She held onto two right up until there was almost nothing left to hold with.”

And she gathered her dish and went home, and left me sitting in my mother’s kitchen with a grief I had not planned on and could not get around.

Chapter 6 — You Weren’t Here