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I’m doing better.”
    I nodded. That made a lot of sense, but still. Cora was obviously worried, and I didn’t blame her. I had barely been around him and yet even I could sense that there was something happening with him.
    “Really, how have you been?” I asked her.
    “Great. Honestly, I’ve never felt better.”
    “I’m so proud of you. I mean, everything that happened. You’re pretty amazing.”
    She smiled. “That means a lot.”
    “And you know . . .” I trailed off and paused, feeling awkward. “I’m sorry I wasn’t around more. When you were sick.”
    She waived her hand, dismissing my concern. “Listen, kid. I know you would have come home in a heartbeat if any of us had asked. But I would have hated myself if you had squandered that opportunity because of me.”
    “I know. But still. I should have been here, to help.”
    She walked over and sat down in the chair across from me.
    “Listen, Becca. I had more than enough help. I dragged down your father and Reid. I didn’t need to drag you down too.”
    “You’re not a drag.”
    “I know. But I am, no matter how awful that sounds. You’re here now, and I am too. That’s what matters.” She smiled softly. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let you come home anyway.”
    I smiled, trying to ward off the tears. Cora was like that, always so positive and kind and caring. In the beginning, when she had been diagnosed, I came home right away. I totally planned on staying home and never going back, but Cora showed up one morning a few days later with a plane ticket and yelled at me until I packed.
    That’s the kind of person she is. She knew what was going to happen, what the next few months or years were going to be like, and she knew that I didn’t need to go through it with them. And I visited as often as I could, but it was hard. Flying was expensive, and I was already on a tight budget, working to pay for school.
    But part of me was angry with myself for giving in. Truthfully, I’d wanted to be at Dartmouth. It had been my dream. And thankfully Cora had beaten her cancer. But I wasn’t sure that I could have really ever forgiven myself if she hadn’t.
    “How are things at the mill?” I asked, changing the subject.
    She got up and busied herself with dinner again. “Oh you know, the usual. Management is squeezing hours as hard as they can, and the unions are pressing back. Things are hard all over.”
    “How’s Dad handling it?”
    “As well as he can. He’s been picking up extra shifts lately, whenever they’re around.”   
    “He sounded stressed on the phone a few days ago.”
    “You know him. There’s always some disaster inches away.”
    I laughed. My father was a good man, as far as I could tell, but he was also a paranoid one. Our garage was full of stored water and canned goods, just in case some emergency happened. He wasn’t a full-on doomsday guy, building bunkers and storing long-term food, but he did believe in being prepared.
    He grew up in Ridgewood like his parents before him. The mill and the woods were the things he knew best, and he tried his best to pass some of that stuff down to me. I could light a fire and do some hunting, but I’d never be able to survive out there on my own. It just never took the way it did for him.
    He never made me feel guilty, though. That was just his way.
    “So, tell me more about this graduate school program,” Cora said.
    “It’s at the University of Texas. I go back in the fall.”
    “Are you excited?”
    “Very excited. Also nervous. It’s a pretty intimidating program.”
    She smiled. “You’re an intimidating girl yourself, Becca. You’ll do great.”
    “I feel bad though, moving far away again.”
    “Not your fault. We don’t exactly have any prestigious universities here in Ridgewood.”
    “Still, I wish I could stay for more than just a summer.”
    “You’re doing the right thing. Don’t let yourself worry so much.”
    I knew she was right. It wasn’t my fault