“I will.”
Grace turned to me with paint on her cheeks.
“Mom doesn’t live in the basement anymore,” she said.
Then she pointed toward the sunlit rooms above us.
“She lives upstairs, where everyone can see her.”
“I will.”
Grace turned to me with paint on her cheeks.
“Mom doesn’t live in the basement anymore,” she said.
Then she pointed toward the sunlit rooms above us.
“She lives upstairs, where everyone can see her.”