Kylie had never seen so much love shown in a simple touch. For a crazy second, she wondered what it would feel like to carry a child inside her own belly.
When the spirit looked up, she had tears in her eyes. "I think my baby died."
The grief on the spirit's face and in her voice brought a lump to Kylie's throat. "I'm sorry."
Then the spirit pulled her hands away from her belly, and both her palms were bloody. Kylie's breath caught when she saw the spirit's rounded abdomen was gone and the front of her dress was drenched in blood. "No." The deep, painful sob of the spirit filled the tiny room and seemed to bounce around from wall to wall.
Kylie opened her mouth to say something, to ask the spirit if she could remember what happened, to offer more apologies and sympathy. But before she could say anything, the woman disappeared.
The spirit's cold vanished but left a wave of icy sadness and grief so intense that it filled Kylie's chest with pain. And it wasn't just any pain. It was the grief of a mother losing a child. Kylie reached for her pillow and hugged it.
* * *
After a few minutes, Kylie pulled the pictures out of the envelope and flipped through them slowly. When she came to the one of her mom and Daniel in a group of other people, Kylie reached for her phone.
"Hi, sweetie." Just hearing her mom's voice brought back some of the empathy Kylie felt for the spirit.
"Hey, Mom."
Odd, how not so long ago, Kylie felt certain her mom didn't love her, didn't even want her. Now, there wasn't a doubt of her mom's devotion to her. Deep down, Kylie wondered if this was a part of growing up. The part where teens stopped seeing their parents as instruments out to destroy their lives and started seeing them as people.
Not perfect, of course. Kylie knew her mom still had flaws-lots of them-but none of them involved her love for Kylie. And none of them prevented Kylie from loving her.
"I'm glad you called," her mom said. "I've missed hearing your voice."
"Me too," Kylie managed to say without choking up, and she wished her mom were here to hug her. She wished she could tell her mom about the pictures, but then she'd have to explain about the Brightens, and she didn't think that whole mess was explainable. Not yet, anyway.
"I was going to call you tonight if I didn't hear from you," her mom said.
"I'm sorry, I've been going a little crazy since I've been back."
"I figured as much. Sara called and said she'd tried to call you and you hadn't returned her call. She sounded so good. She told me it was like a miracle-her cancer up and disappeared."
"I'm sure it was one of the treatments they did on her," Kylie said, biting down on her bottom lip and wondering how she was going to handle the whole Sara issue. Kylie hadn't returned Sara's call because she'd wanted to ask Holiday first. Poor Holiday. When she did return, Kylie had a list of things they needed to discuss.
"I guess," her mom said. "But I would like to believe in miracles."
"Then you should believe," Kylie said, now unsure what to say to her mom about it. Because more than ever, Kylie knew miracles did exist. The fact that she had been the one performing the miracle still had her feeling out of sorts.
"Are you okay?" her mom asked, as if picking up on Kylie's mood.
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not," her mom said. "I hear it in your voice. What's wrong, baby?"
"Just ... boy trouble," she said.
"What kind of trouble?" her mom asked, the tension in her voice indicating that she worried Kylie's problem concerned sex.
"It's nothing." Searching for a change of subject, Kylie tossed out, "How was work today?"
"It was strange," her mom said. "I got a new client."
"Why is that strange?" Kylie asked. Her mom worked in advertising and she was always getting new clients.
"He's strange."
"Strange in what way?" Kylie asked, glad the subject had taken a turn.