” she chirps, leading us inside. “I made your favorite—lasagna!”
We sit, the three of us, at the polished wooden table. The scent of garlic and tomato sauce fills the room. Aaron sits across from me, talking to Mom about some new business venture. I can’t hear a word. My pulse is thudding in my ears. He looks different—cleaner, more mature—but the smirk,continue reading …
