I had never thought of my mother more than in that moment alone. How her face looked in that one picture-her flawless skin, like a chiseled angel made from the rays of heaven itself. Her smile, which stretched open farther than the ocean, her heart which was wider than the sky, giving out love and hope to any and all who would listen to her. Claire's red eyes, which glowed in the night, showing her only weakness, her fatal flaw, but even in that she chose to make at as right as she could. The wall she built up to hide her pain from all. I knew all of these things from that one picture I took from Jason's room. I then made theories about her from the stories, but those were the only things I knew were absolute truth. I just knew it.
But that was not the reason I was thinking of her. The re
