All My Mother’s Love — Part 3 In… the space between goodbye and home.
But you always came back.
Then tell me now. In this kitchen. No codes. No aliases. Just you. And me.
Is it? You taught me love is a vulnerability. But you also taught me— a mother’s love is the only safe house that never gets burned.
Your first word wasn’t “mom.” It was “stay.” And I didn’t. I went on 147 missions before your fifth birthday. I came back with medals. You came back with nightmares.