I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

against her hip.

“Dad asks for you every time he wakes up.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“Really? You show up out of nowhere and suddenly you’re the only one who matters.”

I stared at her.

She pressed a finger against my collarbone.

“What exactly are you expecting when he dies?”

“The same thing I’ve gotten from him my entire life.”

Her expression hardened.

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