When he asked about it, she said most pictures were packed away.
But one evening, while sorting wedding programs, he found an old photograph.
Lauren at a school ceremony.
Me standing beside her in a cardigan.
Proud enough to look foolish.
He held it up.
“Your mom?”
Lauren stopped folding programs.
“Yes.”
“She’s the one who made your prom dress?”
Lauren smiled despite herself.
“She was up until two in the morning finishing the hem.”
“Why have I never met her?”
The smile disappeared.