the drive home, Nathan reached over and took my hand.

“You okay?”

I thought about Patricia’s little hum and all the years I’d spent trying to avoid hearing it.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m done trying to impress your mother.”

Nathan smiled.

“Good.”

And for once, that was enough.

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