NINA'S POV

　　My phone buzzed on the counter, but I ignored it. My mind was a jumble of thoughts. I was lost in my mom's old black-and-white photo, her eyes seeming to watch me from every angle.

　　"Mom," I whispered, feeling the ache in my chest deepen. I often talked to her when I felt overwhelmed, seeking comfort in the thought that she was still with me.

　　But today, the silence felt deafening.

　　The phone buzzed again. With a sigh, I reached ...