I follow my mom to the garden after saying goodbye to Audrey. I know we need to talk, but I really don’t want to. I feel like I’ve come to somewhat accept what happened, and talking may just make me feel worse about it. I look at my mom, sitting across from me at one of the table under a large oak tree and I can see on her face how much she needs to talk to me. It's probably for the best, but I'm not sure I want the answers she has to give me.
Mom had contacted Oliver and asked him to send out lunch for us. I didn’t have the heart to remind her that I am able to link people now, too. It's just another change that we'll all have to get used to. We sit under the tree for a while enjoying the beautiful day, even if it is slightly chilly. Eventually, one of the Omegas who helps in the
