“GO AWAY. WE DON’T NEED YOU.”
Underneath were torn family photographs and years of handmade Mother’s Day cards the children had created while waiting for her to come home.
One was covered in glitter.
One had a tiny paper flower Rosie made before she was old enough to understand who she was making it for.
Natalie’s hands trembled as she shuffled through them.
“What is this?”
Maya answered calmly.
“These are all the things we made for you while you were gone.”
Owen pointed at one of the cards.
“I made that one when I was seven.”
Ellie lifted another.
“That one says I saved dessert for you.”
June wiped tears from her cheeks.
“Mine says maybe Mommy will come back next year.”
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