Grace Pullman and Sandra Pullman in “God's Waiting Room”

You know what's odd about this place?

No, but I'm sure you'll tell me.

There's no history of us. No photos. I've checked. I've been through every room, even your bedroom.

You went into my bedroom?

Not even one of your father. Now that did surprise me. I thought you'd have one of him, for sure. I've never understood that. That ability to be alone. That pride in your independence, that shuts everyone out. Even your own family. I had hoped when he died that we'd grow closer together but we've just moved further apart. Until, in the end, you were him. Another police officer rejecting me all over again.

I am trying, Mum.

I know. But we're too far apart to keep living this close. You can come and visit me when you want.

Yeah, yeah, I will. I promise.

You're not folding that right.