At 2 A.M., a Hidden

now?”

She watched the fireflies.

“Now it depends who’s in the quiet with me.”

I reached for her hand.

She let me take it.

“I’m here,” I said.

“I know.”

Two words.

Simple.

But this time, they did not sound like politeness.

They sounded like trust beginning to grow back.

My mother moved to Palm Beach that summer.

I knew because her attorney informed Rachel of her continue reading …