hungry.”
Ryan, my brother-in-law, peeked into the dark kitchen.
“Not even mac and cheese?”
Sarah nudged him.
The three nieces and nephews stood by the table, confused. I wasn’t mad at them. I never was. But they weren’t my kids either. And I had spent years acting like they were.
I stood up slowly.
“There’s no free family dinner today.”
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