Not perfect lover
I whispered.
Another pause, then she sighed again, softer this time. "I miss you, Ava. You always loved Christmas. It wasn't the same without you."
That did it. The guilt I had been holding back washed over me in full force, leaving me hollow. I had forgotten Christmas. I had forgotten my mother, who had always made sure I felt loved, even when things got rough.
"I miss you too, Mom," I murmured, my throat tight.
There was a beat of silence, then her voice warmed again. "Then come home soon, okay?"
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