It happened on a Saturday morning.
Eli was in the garden with Angela trying to find evidence of dragons, which apparently involved turning over stones and examining them closely, and I was at the kitchen table with my second cup of tea and the quiet that had become the best part of my mornings here.
My phone rang.
Angela's mother.
I stared at it for a moment.
Mrs Reeves had my number from years ago, from the time before Daniel and the marriage and the life I had built on top of the one I had run from. She had never used it. Not once in six years.
I picked up.
"Mia." Her voice was warm and careful at the same time. The voice of a woman who had been asked to make a difficult call and was doing it with as much grace as she could.
"Mrs Reeves," I said.
"How are you darling. Angela tel
