“Your mom sounds amazing,” I whisper, as if speaking too loudly really will scare away the fairies. “She was. Sometimes I miss her so much. It feels like she took a piece of my guts with her when she left, as if I’ve never functioned properly since.” I know exactly how that feels. “What happened?” “She left my dad and moved away. She doesn’t visit.” “Does she call?” “A couple of times a year, but it’s always so awkward that I hang up wishing she hadn’t.”
