My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

excuse would have.

“I thought I’d fix it later.”

“Did later never arrive?”

Thomas looked at me.

“Every year I waited made coming back harder. Then you aged out, moved away, and I lost track of you. By the time I finally started searching, you were gone.”

I laughed bitterly.

“Poor you. I didn’t die.”

“Sus…”

I stepped away.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

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