She waved at me through the glass. Polite. Composed. Smiling.
I waved back, but my hand felt heavy.
“Be home by midnight,” I said.
“I will.”
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He kissed my cheek.
Then I walked him down the driveway. I took a couple of photos of them together, saved Madison’s number in my phone, and made her take mine, just in case. Then she opened the car door for my son, and I stood there watching them with my hand pressed flat against my chest.
“Please,” I whispered in prayer. “Please let me be wrong about this.”The taillights disappeared down the street, and I was left alone with a silence that felt far too loud.
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The Phone Call I Feared
Hours after Nathan left, I was still pacing the living room in my socks.
I had refreshed his location on my phone so many times that the battery had started running low. My son was still at the venue. That was something, at least. Not nothing.
