Chosen Mates, Stolen Fates
I watched Lo as her face changed, clearly reading the parallels of my mother’s situation to Jesamine’s, and now, potentially her own.
I wiped my eyes, determined to finish. “It went on like that for weeks. It was hard. Both of my parents just not themselves. But for my mom it was worse. She was always so warm and wonderful and then it was like a switch turned off. And then, bit by bit, she started to come back. She’d pick me up from school, or make cookies with me instead of Dina. Little random things here and there, you know? Take me to the garden. Walk me around the park. Just as we thought she was coming out of it, bits of her old self showing up here and there: out of nowhere, Kyle died
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