“I’m just so sorry that I haven’t been able to protect you from this.” “Mam, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Reaching across the console, I snatched up her hand in mine. “You’ve gone over and above for us every day of our lives.” I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Claire and I couldn’t ask for a better mother.” Her eyes were glassy from the tears I knew she would never spill in front of me or my sister. Because she saved those up for when she was in the bath and thought no one could hear her. I heard her, though. Every night.
