Dinner with my mother was comfortable. Easy in a way it hadn't been before everything happened. She'd made lasagna, garlic bread, and Caesar salad. My favorite comfort meal.

"How was the group session?" she asked, passing me the salad bowl.

"Good. Tessa had a setback but handled it well. Marcus is making real progress."

"And Emma? The new girl you mentioned?"

"She's scared but she's listening. I think she'll be okay with continued support."

My mother studied me over her wine glass. "You're ...