She tugged at her earlobe distractedly. “Do you remember my parents?” I reached over and pulled her hand away from her face. “Sort of. You mom used to do that, too. Tug her ear when she was stressed out. We hid from her once, at the back of your yard, beneath some thick bushes. She didn’t know we’d dug the dirt out and could fit beneath them. I kept shushing you because you wanted to reveal our hiding spot.” “How surprising, you were a rule breaker even back then.”
