“Morning,” she said softly.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
There was a pause.
The kind that holds everything that’s been said… and everything that hasn’t.
“I didn’t sleep much,” her daughter admitted.
“Big day,” she replied gently.
Her daughter shook her head. “No… I kept thinking about everything I said. About how I almost made this… smaller for you.”
She stepped closer.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I think… I think I was scared.”
“Of what?”