“What was the point?” I demand, my voice a furious sob. “What was the point of any of it, if I was just going to lose her?” Her lips turn down. Her eyes fill up. “What was the fucking point?” I heave out. My mother lifts her hands, placing one at my heart and one at Auren’s. Over one that’s split, and one that’s still. She doesn’t speak, but her eyes and touch say plenty. This. This was the point. To love her.
