Morethanadaughter | Repack

And then she added a new line, the one that hurt the most and helped the most at the same time:

“You don’t have to stay,” her mother whispered, eyes still closed from the morphine’s gentle pull. morethanadaughter

Her mother closed her eyes again, but her grip didn’t loosen. “You’ll find it.” The funeral was in April, under a sky that couldn’t decide between rain and sun. Mira stood at the grave site in a navy dress her mother had bought her for a cousin’s wedding, the one her mother had said made her look “like a serious person who still knows how to laugh.” And then she added a new line, the