That was what I kept telling myself.
Kyle was an adult.
I had spent years reminding myself that raising a child meant eventually allowing him to make decisions without asking for permission.
Sometimes those decisions would make sense to me.
Sometimes they would not.
So I swallowed my surprise and asked him about her.
He immediately relaxed.
Vivian was intelligent, he said.
Sophisticated. Independent.
« She’s lived an incredible life, Mom. »