Page 100 of Our Broken Pieces
“No.” She sniffles.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“If it’s nothing, then why were you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Princess, you can’t lie to me.”
“I got a call today.”
“Okay.”
The room goes silent as the bed moves with her silent sob. I turn as I sit, still facing away from where her head is on the pillow. I reach my hand out and place my hand on her ankle, hoping the contact can soothe her.
“My mom called me.”
“Your birth mom?” My stomach drops at the thought of what that call could do to her.
“Yeah.”
“Shit. How did she get your number?”
“She called the spa.”
“What did she say?”
“I only remember bits and pieces of the conversation. She said she was sorry, that she was a horrible mother, that she wonders how I turned out.”
I kick off my shoes and lay down behind her, pulling her into me. “How do you feel about that?”
“My brain is sort of all over the place. It made me sad, because her voice was so unfamiliar. I didn’t even know my own mother’s voice.”
I run my fingers through her hair. “How did the conversation end?”
“I’m meeting her for coffee next week.”
“Where’s your father in all this?”
“He left her ten years ago.”
“Are you sure you want to see her?”
“I don’t really want to see her. I want her to see me. Does that make sense?”
“It does. I don’t want you to go by yourself, though. Pick anyone from the crew, but you’re not heading into that situation alone.”
“Okay.”
“And it’s okay if you change your mind about seeing her between then and now.”
“I know.”
We continue to lay together until the sun is gone. I keep thinking about how this just seems so odd. Why, after all of these years, is her mother reaching out?
Chapter Sixty-Nine
