“Mom’s in a phase of adaptation.” And I smirk because she’d hate the word—she thinks it’s unbiblical—but it’s true, she is. “She has to relearn her place in the world without Dad, and I don’t think she’s the sort of person who’d have thought about it much before now. So I think she’s doing okay.” I shrug. “Relatively.” I glance up at Vi. “For who she’s lost and how suddenly she’s lost him, I think she’s doing okay.”
