The room was nicely furnished, comfortable, and cozy. It also had a door to provide privacy. Tru and I sat on one of the couches, waiting for the staff to let Lucy know we were here. Tru glanced at the open door, his entire body taunt with anxiety. I held his hand, soothing with my thumb, hoping this would go well.
When she finally walked through the door, I couldn’t stop the smile. Lucy looked so much better than the last time I’d seen her. She’d put on a little weight, so she no longer looked gaunt and haunted. Her skin glowed, and she smiled radiantly when she saw her son. He immediately went to her, hugging her, then pulled her further inside. She sat delicately on an armchair, and after a moment, Tru resumed his seat next to me.
“You look good, Mom.”
“I feel…better.” She made a fac
