Her words echoed in my head long after she had uttered them.
It didn’t make any sense.
I stared at her, letter trembling in my hands. I felt sick; my thoughts raced beyond control.
“This doesn’t make any sense to me. Why am I only finding out about this now?” I blinked and tried to process the words properly.
She didn’t hurry to fill in my confusion.
“Look, it will make sense soon enough’ Maisie. She finally said, her tone was calm, and her expression full of patience. She seemed sincere; this was not a joke. I wanted to pinch myself and see that this was a dream. But it was not.
I let out a slow breath, anxiety tightening my chest, and dragged a hand through my hair. Biting my lip, I tried to understand as confusion and unease mixed inside me.
Was my mum alive?
All this time, I’ve
