*Olivia*

I whirled through the dining room in a haze of excitement. Dahlia and I were going to go back to school next week, and there was so much planning to do. I needed new notebooks; somehow my backpack had gotten lost in the wedding shuffle, and Mom just went home a few days ago, so I had barely had any time to do anything.

As I passed the room that had been hers for the length of her stay, I paused. I’d missed my mom more than I realized in the months since we ...