“Yeah, it has,” I agreed, voice quavering. “And the mother that was so good to you, the Mam you remember, isn’t the one we experienced.” “She’s still your mother.” “See, you keep calling her that, but I only remember having one of those.” “Shannon—” “His name is Joey,” I choked out, fisting the sheets. “The irrelevant one. He’s been our mother, Darren, when our real one checked out.” Tears spilled down my cheeks as I spoke, forcing myself to get it out and for him to hear it. “When you left, something died inside of her. She wasn’t the same. Everything went dark. You think you know, but you
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