It would have been nice to have her mother’s support when it came to doing what she loved, but Lark knew that that kind of support was rare. Reality was nothing but annoyed mutterings beneath her mother’s breath, and it made Lark wonder if her mom’s annoyance had grown bigger than the size of her cell phone; if it had, perhaps, grown wide enough to swallow the entirety of her mother’s affection.
Ooft
