13.
It's not getting any easier.
Her wish did work, as now it's easier to tell apart the black from the white, but when the grey blurs it blurs too quickly and they just don't know what's real and what's not.
Wishes are real. Magic is real. It's not in the fairy tales nor in the hearts but it exists.
It's the rest of the universe that doesn't click into place. Not anymore.
Without Father, mother sits half empty, sits open and wide and devouring every inch of Nagisa that there is. They know, without a sliver of doubt or fear, that mother will make their time run short.
On some days, that sounds worse than others. On some days, that sounds preferable.
The girl is the most far away on those days.