“Oh, yes. Yes, I do,” she said, smoothing the creases from a shirt. “I think she misses you, too,” he said. “Did you know she’s taking a sabbatical soon? A month in Australia with a friend.” She’d let the clothing drop. Because, no, she had no idea; she knew none of the details of her daughter’s life. A rush of questions hovered at her lips, but then his father appeared beside him, and she returned to her folding.
