Suddenly Sonny understood Jess’s drive to gather as many mushrooms as she could. This was more than a job, this was a cure. “That sucks,” he said, bending over to pull some forgotten mushrooms from the ground. “I used to think so, but I don’t remember her any other way. She’s just my mom, or at least she was,” she said with a grim undertone. Sonny’s eyes pivoted quickly to her face to see what it was like for her to say those words. Knowing what it’s like to put a mother back in the sea, like a once caught fish. “It’s my dad who suffers the most, I hear him crying through the walls at night. I
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