feels so bad to tell you any of this, I gasped. Because of what you and Papa went through. I’m not a good child, and it’s okay, I never have been, but I wanted to honor what you all did for me, Ma, I wanted to at least not cause you pain— My nose dripped. My mother asked me a few questions, her voice calm. Okay, mollé, she said gently. Don’t worry so badly. We will call in the morning. You go get sleep now.