But I didn’t want the girls to replace the Amelia with Annette in their minds, no longer recognizing Amelia as their mother.
Maybe coming here at all was a mistake. Maybe we should have just gone back to the pack and on with our lives. Leaving here, we’d be unlikely to see Annette again, especially if I was more careful in the future to avoid common places she might be. Like the theater.
“We should go home now,” I said.
“But we just got here!” Stacy argued.
“I don’t want you to overdo it. You were in the hospital.”
“But…” Stacy looked down.
I could tell, just looking at her, that she was feeling tired, especially as the initial excitement of being here wore off.
“Can we say goodbye to Mom, first?” Amy asked.
I gave her a look. “To her picture?”
Amy frowned slightly. “I meant… Ann
