Back in our bedroom, I collapse onto my bed. I don't know whether I should be laughing or crying. Florentine was a midwife. She knew my mother. She cared for me when I was only a few days old.
The rest of the midwives are the people who want me to be the queen. I think that's all the support I need. Although I've never met them myself, like Florentine said, these women are like my mother.
Grace's voice cuts through my thoughts, "Are you okay?"
I realize that tears a pooling into my eyes. I blink quickly and sit up, "Of course. I'm just...overwhelmed."
Grace smiles, "I can imagine. Do you want to talk about any of it?"
"I can't sort out my own thoughts, let alone gather them into words. We will talk about it, though, before I leave."
Tomorrow. That's what I don't say. I'm leaving tomo
