“I’ll make sure she hears that.”
Watching them, I realized something uncomfortable about myself.
I had spent the first minutes of the funeral doing exactly what everyone else had done. I had looked at Theo’s clothes and decided I understood his intentions.
I had forgotten everything I knew about him because one thing I saw confused me.
I was his second mother in every way that mattered.
And still, I had judged him.
Later, when most of the guests had gone to the reception room, I found Theo standing alone beside Jack’s photograph.
He was no longer smiling.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He looked up.
“I think so.”
I stood beside him.
“Your mother must be worried about you.”
“She is. She texted me about twelve times.”
I smiled.
“What did she say?”
“Mostly that she loves me. Also that she wants her dress back.”
I laughed.
“Are you going to return it?”
