Brief.
Like we were both afraid of leaning in too hard.
Mom had decorated the dining room anyway.
Gold balloons floated near the window.
A small cake sat on the sideboard, even though it was barely 9 a.m.
Three plates were set on the table by habit, or by heartbreak.
I couldn’t tell anymore.
Leila noticed too.
Her eyes flicked toward the third place setting,continue reading …
