studied her.
“Do you still want to go?”
Mom blinked.
“What?”
“To the lake. Do you still want to go back?”
A slow smile spread across Mom’s face.
“Of course I do.”
Melissa nodded.
“Then let’s go.”
Mom laughed.
“All of us?”
Melissa looked at me.
“If Amanda can tolerate me for a weekend.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She rolled her eyes.
And somehow, for the first time that afternoon, everything felt normal again.
Later, just before we left, I watched Mom return all the financial documents to the drawer.
