Yeah, that'd be the reason for the Heaven question.
[ she steps over the chair, away from the table, lowering her voice despite not moving any closer to the angel. ]
My mom?
[ the odds are beyond astronomical. she'd been in her mothers arms, trying to croak out how much she loved ellen, loved being her daughter, loved the life they had together even when jo was a petulant child, even when she had run away. and then there was this, no in-between to tell her if there was a dramatic last second hail mary to save them all, or at least her mother.
she doesn't know and it sits in her bones like glass dust just big enough to hurt, aching. ]
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[ she steps over the chair, away from the table, lowering her voice despite not moving any closer to the angel. ]
My mom?
[ the odds are beyond astronomical. she'd been in her mothers arms, trying to croak out how much she loved ellen, loved being her daughter, loved the life they had together even when jo was a petulant child, even when she had run away. and then there was this, no in-between to tell her if there was a dramatic last second hail mary to save them all, or at least her mother.
she doesn't know and it sits in her bones like glass dust just big enough to hurt, aching. ]