Or at least, I believed it was.
That Saturday, Robert and Ava were supposedly out riding the teacups at Disneyland.
He had texted me a photo that morning. Ava was smiling in the picture, bright colors behind her. The caption read: “She LOVES it here!”
I remember smiling at it while standing in the kitchen.
I almost went with them. I really did.
But I had a dress to finish.
I take on sewing work on the side, and I was already behind on an order I had promised to deliver that weekend. It wasn’t something I could delay without consequences.
The client had already paid in full and had followed up twice.
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