Holding a finger up to her lips, Mam inclined her head, gesturing for me to come in but didn’t move a muscle from her perch on the couch. I supposed she couldn’t, not when she had two girls draped over her lap. Well, Liz was draped over my mother’s lap, and Claire was draped over Liz’s legs. It was a whole heap of blond hair and tearstained cheeks. My fucking heart buckled at the sight.
