at least he was finally walking in the right direction.
Around midnight, after most people had left and the apartment was covered in empty plates and torn wrapping paper, there was another knock.
This time, I knew who it was before standing.
My whole body went still.
Ryan straightened on the couch.
“You don’t have to open it,” he murmured.
“I know,” I said, “but I did.”
I opened the door just enough to see her.
Margaret.
My mother.
She stood in the hallway wearing her best holiday dress, makeup
