I almost can’t believe it when I see Giovanni pulling up with my mother in the passenger seat. It’s been months since I’ve seen her, and as I focus on her, I realize that a part of me actually never expected to again. I guess I was just never able to expect that.

I’m nearly tripping all over myself as I run down the steps to the truck. I don’t know what I’m more excited about; the fact that my mom’s here or that Giovanni returned safe and sound without injury.

“Momma!” I cry out, throwing my arms around her in a massive hug. I can tell she’s not in...