Rachel POV
Tears fell from my eyes faster than rain from storm clouds. My breath came in short pants. I couldn't stop trembling.
No one wanted to look at me, not even Tyler who was letting me soak his shirt with my crying.
"What if he's right? What do I do if my mother is still alive?"
Tyler didn't answer me at first. I could tell he was putting thought into his response; I found I loved him more for his reluctance to rush into a pointless pacification. I wanted the truth as he saw it. I didn't need him to patronize me with words of comfort without meaning.
Tyler leaned his cheek against my head as he murmured, "I think the more important question would be: what do you want to do if your mother is still alive? How would your life change? You loved your mother very much. I believe sh
