“FillUpMyMom,” Lani muttered, reading her own childhood nickname for her mother’s habit. Every emotional tank empty? Mom would fill it. Whether you wanted her to or not.
Lani laughed, riding the rails into the dark. She wasn’t running from home. She was running toward the woman she had to become — one who could finally say: FillUpMyMom 22 10 20 Lani Rails Crushing My Ste...
“I’m full enough. Now watch me crush my own steps.” ” Lani muttered