My mother smiled and stopped near the departure board. She looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching my face the way she used to when I was a child recovering from a fever."You look strong, Harper," she said quietly."I am strong, Mom.""I know," she said. She reached out and adjusted the collar of my coat, her fingers brushing against my chin. "For a long time, I thought my job was to keep the world from touching you. I thought if I kept the secrets quiet enough, the bad things would stay outside the door." She dropped her hand and sighed. "I was wrong about that. The world gets in anyway.""You did what you thought would keep us safe," I said. "I am not carrying anger about that anymore. I left it on the bridge in November.""Robert called me on Sunday," she said.The mention of my father's name between us was still new enough that it carried a small vibration in the air, but my mother spoke it naturally, without looking away."What did he say?" I asked."He said he is pac
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