Maeve's POV
My mother called on Sunday at noon as usual.
I was ready for her this time. I had spent the week building the version of myself that sounded settled, productive and completely fine, so when her contact photo lit up my screen, and I answered on the first ring.
"Maeve." Her voice was pleasant, and I knew it had something to do with the fact that I had answered at the first ring. "You sound better, my dear."
"I feel better," I said, and it was true enough. People liked to talk about how friends would save you, but it was understated. We needed more people out there preaching on the power of friendship. Superman to save the day? Nah. The power of friendship, yay!
"Good. I'm glad. How are your classes going?"
"Well enough Mom.”
"And socially?" She asked. "Are you findin
