had never asked.
That evening, I made dinner for one.
For the first time in years, the silence didn’t feel lonely.
It felt peaceful.
Then my phone rang.
Mom.
I let it go to voicemail.
Five minutes later, Dad.
Then Madison.
Then Mom again.
I turned the phone face down.
I wasn’t angry anymore.
I was finished.
THE FIRST CALL
The next morning, I finally listened to the voicemail.
My mother’s voice sounded irritated.
“Where are you? We need to talk about the wedding.”
I almost laughed.
The wedding.
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