The hot steam from the bathtub was all around us like a thick white cloud. Damon turned around in the water. His eyes were dark and very serious as he looked at me. I felt like he was trying to read the secrets in my soul.
"What do you think happened to her?" he asked. His voice was very quiet, almost like a whisper. "Your mother. Where do you think she went?"
I looked down at the soapy water. I felt a little pinch in my heart. "I really don't know," I replied. I was trying not to cry. "But I have a feeling in my chest. I think she will come back to me one day. I have to believe that, or I will have nothing.
Damon leaned back against the edge of the tub. He looked at the ceiling for a moment. "In life, bad things and good things will always happen to you," he said. His voice was deep an
