I watched her from the doorway, arms folded, trying not to cry.
« Mom, you look beautiful! »
« Oh, stop, » she said, waving me off with a smile. « It’s just dinner, Avery. »
Not since Dad died.
« You’re even wearing the red dress! »
« I’m allowed to wear the red dress. »
« You bought that red dress recently, and it’s already been out of the closet more than my winter coat! »
Mom laughed, and it was such a nice sound that I almost forgot why I’d come upstairs in the first place. Which, honestly, was to snoop.
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