Raphael
It was amazing how we seemed to have instantly settled into the routine at my mother’s house. We ate breakfast together, and then we all broke off into our separate activities. Lucy and Beth took Mom to her physical therapy appointment, and Rachel and I sat down in the study to go over the day’s schedule. I had meetings all morning that I would attend virtually, and I was expecting the carpenter at any time to come assess the repairs needed to fix the ceiling in my childhood bedroom.
Bethany came in with mom around lunchtime, looking flustered. “What is that truck in our driveway?” she asked, pushing her hair out of her face.
I lowered the report I was reading and gazed at her. She looked lovely, her face rosy from the cold, a hat still pulled over her wild hair, her eyes bla
