CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Mia was at the playground in her neighborhood, with Kelsey. Kelsey giggled and ran ahead, going straight for the swings. She, like Mia when she’d been a kid, could spend hours on those swings, trying to touch the sky.
“Look at me, Mom! Look at me!” she shouted as she went on and began pumping her legs furiously.
Mia smiled, happy to be there with her daughter. As much as she wanted to grab her and hug her tight, she wanted her to be free, to be happy.
“Push me, Mom! Push me higher!”
Mia got behind her and began to push. But the second she pushed her away, Kelsey disappeared.
Now, suddenly, Mia was sitting on a swing, in the playground outside her old elementary school. It was one of those old-school, half domes, high in the center, and she was there, with her class,
