“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought up your mother.” “No, it’s okay.” My voice breaks. I drag my forearm across my face, wiping my eyes with my sleeve. Before I can stop her, Gigi’s mom pulls me in for a tight hug and now I’m crying in her arms like a little kid. This is so fucking embarrassing. She reaches up and smooths a lock of hair away from my forehead, unfazed by my tears. “All I was trying to say is, you’re family now. I know I’m not your real mom, but I think I did pretty well with my own kids.”
