The smell of coffee finally lured me out of my sadness, the distraction welcome from my worries about Quaid and me. I had only just turned to pour myself a cup, deliberately looking away from his half empty mug so I wouldn't be reminded of the last few minutes, when Mom's magic gently touched mine.

Sweetheart, she sent.

Hey, Mom. I had to clench against the need to gush everything at her. Funny, no matter how old I grew I think ...