mrs DianeIt had been days since I last heard from Renata, and the silence had begun to eat at me in a way I could not shake. I sat by the window most evenings now, phone in hand, staring at a screen that refused to light up with my daughter's name. Since the surgery, everything about her had shifted. The girl who once could not fall asleep without calling her mother first, who used to phone just to complain about the smallest things, a bad day at work, a fight with a friend, the weather, was now barely home at all. I felt it in my bones before I could put words to it, that quiet, gnawing dread that only a mother carries, the kind that whispers something is wrong long before anyone confirms it.I was sitting at my kitchen table, a cup of tea warming my hands, lost in thought, when a knock sounded at the door. I set the cup down and made my way over, and the moment I pulled the door open and saw Edwina standing there, my whole face lit up."Edwina, sweetheart," I said, pulling the girl
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