We All Live Here

by Jojo Moyes

Lila had been able to talk to her about anything. As a teenager, hers was the mother who never judged but who talked to her as if she were an adult, treating the most minor problem as if it was of utmost importance. She would take Lila on drives so that she didn’t face her directly (she told her long afterward she had read that you should discuss things with teenagers while not looking them directly in the eye—“you know, like dogs”)