I started planning meals she liked. I washed her old blankets. I even bought flowers, though money was still tight and I had no business buying flowers for my own house. I asked her to send pictures of her life there.
« Just one, » I said. « Your school, your room, your friends, anything. »
« You’ll see when I get there. »
« Why are you being secretive? »
« I’m not. I’m just busy. »