"And I've been worried sick." The strain in her voice makes me fist the blanket harder. "Samuil has been giving me regular updates. He insists you're safe, you're doing well, but I don't think I really believed him until just now when I heard your voice."
Despite how angry I am with him right now, I can't help but agree. "I am safe, and I am doing well."
"Well, thank God for that."
I stare out over the water as afternoon clouds roll in, trying to decide where to start. So much has happened---not that I can talk about most of it. So I settle on the thing I can talk about. The last thing I want to bring up.
"How are you, Grams? After everything... Are you okay?"
I've been wanting to talk to her about my dad and brothers since the second it happened, but I never actually planned what to
