I stared at the screen. My thumb hovered. I didn't answer.
It wasn't that I wasn't moved. It was that I didn't know if I had the right to accept this much love on my mother's behalf.
If she had really wanted me to come home to the Argent family, why hadn't she said so before she died?
If the Argent family had really loved her, why hadn't they walked around Vivienne and found her? That couldn't have been hard for them.
And the other way around, my mother could have reached for them. She hadn't.
Marianna had looked gentle. She wasn't. Underneath the soft voice and the careful smiles she was stubborn in a way most people never saw. She had to be, to stay in that marriage after Thomas cheated, after he brought home a daughter that wasn't hers.
She had pride. Silence. Choices.
So which w
