Loreda knew this distance between them was hers to cross. “I’ve been as dumb as a box of marbles, Mom,” Loreda said, moving toward her. A little laugh erupted from her mother; it sounded like joy. “Really. I’ve been a real crumb to you, Mom. And…” “Loreda—” “I know you love me, and … I’m sorry, Mom. I love you. So much.”
