« Mom. » Owen put his spoon down with the seriousness of a man twice his age. « You haven’t worn a real dress in like a hundred years. »
« I’m thirty-two. »
I laughed, and it surprised me how rusty it sounded.
« Same thing, » he said.
I laughed, and it surprised me how rusty it sounded.
« You should go, Mom, » Eli said quietly. « Just for one night. »
I didn’t know what to say to that. So I kept folding.
After the boys left for school, I sat at the table and opened the alumni list on my phone. I scrolled slowly, names blurring past. Then one name caught my eye, and my thumb froze mid-swipe.
Vanessa.
I crashed for four hours after that.
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