She sat, one leg underneath her, facing her daughter, never releasing the young woman's hand, even as she fished her phone from between the cushions, tossing it onto the coffee table. Today, she rather felt the need for contact.
At that, she shook her head, something similar to guilt crossing her features. Her mental state had never been something she had been proud of burdening Ashley with, yet she felt that was exactly what she had been doing. Again. "You're here now."
She allowed the silence to settle, looking away before she resumed conversation. "I had an interesting encounter at the diner, yesterday morning." What she didn't add was that 'morning' meant sometime between the previous evening and sunrise.