After dinner, I was in my bedroom messaging Kyer when my mother came in. I heard the faint beep of her tag before I looked up, and I almost told her she was being tracked in her own home, but the wistful smile on her face stopped me. When I had tried to tell her about the Elder Center, she’d said she didn’t want to know. Will it make me happy? she had asked.
If that was her criteria, then I’d never be able to tell her anything ever again.
“Hey there,” she said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Talking to Brin?”
“Kyer.” I set my console aside and pulled my legs in to fold them in front of me. “What’s up?”
At first I thought maybe she had finally decided to give me my pills early, but her hands were empty. She toyed with the hem of her tunic as she looked around the room. With nothing on
