My gaze catches on the photo in the frame on the bedside table. It’s a stunning snapshot of Bella and her mom, no doubt before the cancer diagnosis. They both seem lighter—happier. “You’ve fallen for her,” Trisha suddenly declares. I’m not sure why—perhaps because my fondness for Trisha is growing or because I can’t tear my gaze away from such a happy version of Bella—but I find myself smiling as I confess, “Absolutely.”
