Mam replied, stroking Liz’s cheek like she was her second daughter, and in a way, she always had been. We’d spent our childhood in this house, in a fortress of love, security, and comfort that my mother had built around us. I knew that’s why Liz continued to return. Why she was here right now. Hell, I didn’t even blame her. I’d been in her home. It was like experiencing the funeral on repeat in that house.
