did I wake you? I’m so sorry!”
I smiled and sat at the kitchen counter.
“Mom, make us some fresh coffee. And if you’re going to make noise, make enough to wake me properly every single morning.”
We both burst out laughing.
On the shelf behind us sat the repaired ceramic vase, filled with fresh flowers.
We never tried to hide the cracks.
Those cracks had become proof of what we survived.
Through mutual acquaintances, I later heard that Brandon had been forced to move into Lucas’s small spare room
