" Mama?" " Yes, Emmy." She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. " How do you know when it's been long enough?" Emmy could sense her mother smiling into the phone. " When you relaize that love doesn't have a time span. Only pain does. I think sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two, so we just hold on to both of them like they're inseparable. "