Halle sat by her mother’s bedside. She was asleep. Her lips had grown pale and dry by the day. Halle was waiting for her to wake so she could rub Vaseline on her skin and apply some on her lips. Her mother kept stopping her from applying them before she fell asleep. Instead, they read poems together from her phone and they sang old rhymes from when Halle was still I’m all.
s starting finely at her when Lachlan walked in.
“Hey, baby.”
“She’s asleep.” Halle whispered, placing her index finger on her lips.
“Sorry. How are you?”
“I'm good, yunno. I went for that radio interview today. Did you get to listen?”
“Trust me, I did. Laura has everyone at the office tune in to it. You did amazingly well. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed her forehead gently.
“Thank you. I was a bit nervous but I
