Three months after the ceremony, my phone rang.
I almost didn't answer. We’d been living in blissful isolation, cut off from the outside world. But something made me pick up.
"Hello?"
"Adeline." My mother's voice was tentative. "It's me."
My heart clenched. "Mom."
"I... I wanted to call. To see how you are. If you're okay."
"I'm okay," I said carefully. "I'm good, actually."
"Good. That's... that's good." A pause. "Your father and I have been talking. About what you said. About your... relationship."
I braced herself. "And?"
"And we don't understand it. We probably never will. But... you're our daughter. And we love you. And if this is what makes you happy, then... we want to try. To accept it. To accept them."
I felt tears spring to her eyes. "Really?"
"Really." Her mother's vo
