His mother looked up at him from four photos all gathered together in a single, heavy, wooden frame. In three of the pictures, she was with Curtis, but in the last one, she was by herself. In all of them she was smiling, and so was he.“Tessa,” he said, dumbfounded. “My God. How did you –”“I called your aunt and uncle in Florida,” she said. “I asked if they had any pictures of your Mom, and your Aunt Grace sent me these. She said she’d kept these pictures of you and her sister for a long, long time, waiting for you to come and ask for them.”“I had no fucking idea that she even had any.” Curtis was almost paralyzed with the shock. “She never mentioned my Mom again after she was killed… she never wanted to talk about her. Not once.”“She’s sorry for that,” Tessa said. “She wants to know if we can come and visit them, maybe in the spring?”“God, yes.” Curtis couldn’t tear his eyes from his mother’s face, so young and beautiful, surrounded by flowing, blonde hair. Seeing her again after
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