Epilogue“Wait, wait, wait,” Lawrence was saying to Molly over the din at Chez Papa. “You’re saying the guy actually thought you were his dead mother? How in hell did you pull that one off?”
“It wasn’t exactly like that. I mean, if you had pointed at me and asked him point blank, is this your mother? I’m fairly sure he’d have said no, how dare you—that’s Molly. It was more like…Nathaniel lived in a kind of murky emotional place where the edges and boundaries got blurry sometimes. Does that make any sense?”
“Not really,” chimed in Ben, taking a sip from a large glass of red wine and then setting it back on the bar. “He did call you Mom, right?”
“Yes, but…look, he was talking to his mother through me, in a way. I helped him feel close to her again, almost as though she wasn’t entirely gone
