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I picked up the small planner from the side table, opened it to the week after Christmas, and wrote one line beneath December twenty-sixth.
Change access.
Vanessa watched my pen move.
“What are you writing?”
“A reminder.”
“For what?”
I closed the planner.
“For myself.”
The holiday ended politely after that, because I allowed it to. Vanessa gave Julian a look continue reading …
