There’s a thin layer of heat coating her words that makes me turn serious. Mama lost Daddy when Eric and I were babies, and I’ve never so much as seen her look at another man. He was her first love, her everything, and when he died, she put all her energy into raising us. I always thought she would seek love out again, never heard her say that she wouldn’t until now. “You really mean that, huh?” I ask, taking in her gentle, but serious, expression.
