Leo listened to the muffled sounds of his parents—his father, his stepmother—greeting each other. A kiss. A laugh.
"I’m not your mother," she said suddenly.
"Sorry."
She didn’t answer for a long time. Then: "Surviving. Just don’t confuse surviving with wanting."
A soft knock. Then Nora’s voice, low and dry. "Your father snores like a capsizing ship. And I’m not sleeping in that."
Leo saw her differently. He saw her leaving her tea mug on the nightstand. He saw the way she bit her lip while reading rejection emails. He saw that she hummed off-key when she was nervous.