An Anniversary Celebration In The House They Forgot Who Restored

My mother recovered first. She always does.

“Colette, sweetie—”

The endearment sounded foreign in her mouth. Sticky. Unpracticed.

“Of course we wanted you here. We just thought you’d be more comfortable at home. You know how overwhelming these events can be.”

“Overwhelming?”

I repeated the word slowly, letting its hollowness echo.

“You told Aunt Patricia continue reading …