group message.
I would cook the turkey and make a large garden salad.
Rachel and Brenda were responsible for everything else.
David responded with a thumbs-up.
Rachel said nothing.
I didn’t chase her.
For the first time in my adult life, silence wasn’t something I rushed to fix.
Chapter 5
Thanksgiving became the first real test of my new rules
The day before Thanksgiving, my kitchen felt suspiciously peaceful.
Normally, I’d be juggling mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, two pies, rolls, and enough side dishes to feed a church basement.
