Silver held a flat disc made of colored glass circles. Frowning, I ran my thumb over its surface. It was strange, but the circles almost made it look like an eye. The inner one was small, just like a pupil, and so dark blue that it looked black. Surrounding it was a larger circle of pale blue, which was in turn surrounded by a circle of white. A very thin ring of dark blue circled the outside.
"Thanks," I said. I hadn’t expected anything from her. The gift was weird—why the hell would she give me an eye?—but it was a gift. "I... I didn’t get you anything."
My mom nodded, her face blank and unconcerned once more. "It’s fine. I don’t need anything."
She turned away again and started walking around the room. She didn’t have a lot of space to do it, but her shorter height gave her a smaller stride. Each time she passed in front of the window over my bed, the light would catch her auburn hair and light it up. I watched her curiously and realized she was as nervous as me.