She moved away. Stood in front of a portrait of Alys, a proper drawing, white pencil capturing the light in her eyes, so fierce and intense, and Peg suddenly realized how little the kid was when she’d let her go. She felt an ache in her guts, but she hadn’t eaten so maybe that was it? She lowered her face to the few clothes hanging on a rail. She didn’t know her daughter’s smell, but it was the closest she’d ever felt to her.
