Bad People and Gravity
- RAYA -
We decided to move our discussion to the cabina Dex and I are staying in, and the whole walk here was made in stunned silence. My thoughts are frozen. I can't… I can't fathom how our mother is alive and here and with Dad. I can't fathom any of it.
My emotions are in the same state. I can feel the happiness that wants to unearth itself, but I'm too shocked. And how could they do this? Why? It doesn't make any sense.
When we all finally find seats on the deck around a patio table, I stare numbly at the beautiful woman sitting across from me. Rory was right. She has blonde hair. She has delicate blue eyes. There's a refined air to her that satisfies a deep curiosity about what kind of presence she has. And I feel it—the tug in my heart toward her like it recognizes the person who was my warm, safe home for nine months.