so that I’ll be okay”?
Jay cups my cheek. “I’m okay.”
I swear, moms are equipped with mind-reading abilities.
Jay sits up and pulls me closer. I sit on the edge of the bed. She wraps her arms around me from behind and kisses the back of my head, resting her chin on my shoulder.
“It’s been a dark couple of days,” she admits softly. “But I’m getting