After another spur of laughter, Olivia smiled. “Sounds like you have a nice Mum.” Before he could answer, she spoke again. “I take it you heard about mine?”
Nate froze for a second, scared to say the wrong thing, or anything at all. Then, he saw that her eyes weren’t angry or necessarily sad. Only somewhere between embarrassed and curious.
“She, uh. She went missing, didn’t she?”
Olivia nodded gravely. “Six months ago.”
“I’m really sorry, Olivia.” Nate blurted, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck. “I—I can’t imagine how you must feel.”
“It’s okay.” Olivia assured him, but her eyes were cast downward, arms wound around her legs. “I just… It’s hard not knowing what happened to her. If—If she’s even alive. And if she is, where is she? Why hasn’t she come home?”