“I think I spent so long watching everybody else for you that I forgot you might not need me doing it anymore,” I admitted.
She took my hand.
“You were trying to help, Mom.”
I squeezed her fingers.
“I’m trying to learn when you’re not asking me to.”
Henry tapped the vanity.
“Which brings us here. I didn’t restore it because I thought you needed to look at yourself differently. I restored it because I hoped someday it could just be furniture again.”
Marissa looked toward the mirror.
“If you want this back in the garage, that’s where it goes,” Henry added.
Nobody moved.
Finally, Marissa sat down.
She studied her reflection.
Graham waited.
I nearly said, “You look beautiful.”
I caught myself.
Then Marissa leaned closer to the glass.
“Oh my God.”
