Adam smiled as Ryan brought him a coffee from the machine in the cafeteria.
“It’s not great,” Ryan said as he sat down. “But it’s hot.”
“Thanks.” Adam took a grateful sip.
They watched Katie and Susan for a few seconds. The women were sitting at a table across the room, their hands around their own cups of coffee. They weren’t touching but they were talking, listening to each other. At one point, Katie gave her mother a tissue and Susan dabbed her eyes.
“You think they’re going to be able to get past it?” Adam said. “Start again?”
“Honestly?” Ryan said. “I don’t know. Katie went through so much more than I did… more than Mom did in some ways, even. She’s got way more to get past.”
Adam nodded.
“But I know Katie misses our mother. I know she knows Mom was trapped in many ways. I’m ho
