pulls away whenever we get close, Paxton.”
“She’s adjusting,” I said.
“I hope so.”
Neither of us understood what was really happening.
Last night, I invited my parents and younger sister over for dinner.
It wasn’t really a celebration.
It was a thank-you.
My family had carried us through our hardest years.
Now I wanted them to see that life finally felt hopeful again.
Claire spent the afternoon cooking.
Roasted chicken filled the house with its smell.
Fresh bread cooled on the counter.
Apple pie waited beneath a towel.
Ari
