That message left me with a bitter and inexplicable sense of unease. Along with my mother's tone on the call, it seemed like nothing was right. I turned to see my husband turning up the TV volume and taking off his shirt, leaving his torso bare, getting ready to sleep in a few minutes.
—Could you turn off the light? —Ivo demanded without taking his eyes off the TV— It's reflecting on the screen, and I can't see properly.
I didn't answer; I just reluctantly complied with his request and then returned to sit on the bed. It was obvious that my mother didn't want to tell me something, maybe her relationship with Stan wasn't quite right, or maybe it was something about my children and, since they were so close to my mother, she didn't want to tell me anything. I sighed, somewhat frustrated, f
