"Not too well, Mom. I guess it's the nerves of the first day, but I'll get used to it soon," I reply, trying to reassure her.
As expected, she starts an endless list of recommendations, instructions I already know by heart, but which still comfort me. Her voice, though insistent, envelops me in an affection that transcends words.
"Alright, Mom. I'll keep all your suggestions in mind, I assure her, before bringing up the topic that really worries me. By the way, if Ryan asks about me, please don't tell him anything.
"Actually, we don't exactly know where you are," she admits, but I'm worried about Candace.
I feel a lump in my throat. No matter how hard I try to avoid it, the pain reaches me. I also think of my daughter, her curious gaze, her crystalline laughter. But I know she'll be fi
