After burning my tongue, I let my sandwich cool. I checked my email, hoping Dad had written. Since he worked crazy hours, we mainly communicated through email. I missed him. Talking through words on a screen wasn’t the same as our chats over dinner at Grandma’s and Stone’s house, waving at each other when our paths crossed on the road, or him popping in at Teresa’s Bookstore just to say hi.
I was bummed when I didn’t see a new message from him. Nashville kept him busy. My gaze brushed over Jane’s messages about running the bookstore and zeroed in on the second message. No matter how hard I tried avoiding the “Hey Garnet” subject line, I never could. The words were burned into my memory, as they had changed everything I thought I knew about my mom.
Hey Garnet” Hello Garnet Stone,
Hello G
