“When I was a little girl, I used to wish that you were my mom,” she said. My mother’s smile was a little sad, her hand reaching across the table to settle on top of Caprice’s. “You were already like a daughter to me, Caprice. Everything I ever wanted in a daughter, really. When I realized just how much my son loved you—” My mother glanced at me before looking back at Caprice, and I knew what she was about to say. “I realized that it was only a matter of time before you really would be.”
