Children haven’t mastered that yet.
After breakfast, Lily ran upstairs to find her favorite markers while I quietly washed dishes at the sink.
That’s when my phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
Normally I would have ignored it.
Instead, I answered.
“Hi,” Denise said softly. “I hope this isn’t weird. You wrote your number down in case I needed anything.”
Her voice sounded different.
Still fragile.
But steadier somehow.