She never wanted her son to look into her eyes and see what she’d just seen in her mother’s, that distance, that coldness, that could-have-been-anyone strangeness; she never wanted her son to feel the way she felt at the moment, an itchy, angry aloneness that persisted despite the fact that she was inches from him, a hallway away from Mark, the only two people in the world she’d figured out how to love.
