Sophia
The drive back from my mother's felt different than any drive we'd taken together before. Lighter. Like something that had been pressing down on both our chests for weeks had finally lifted enough to let us breathe properly again.
"I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop," I admitted, watching the streetlights slide past the window. "It feels too easy. A week ago she told us to get out of her house."
"It wasn't easy," Mark said, reaching over to take my hand where it rested on the console. "It just finally happened the way it should have happened from the beginning. Honest, all the way through, instead of us managing it into something smaller than it actually was."
"I know. I still keep bracing for it." I laced my fingers through his. "Old habit, I guess. Waiting for things to
