“Mom… are we going home?”
I steadied myself.
“Let’s go somewhere safe.”
Behind us, I heard it—
The pop of a champagne bottle.
They brought champagne… to celebrate the end of my marriage.
Then Grant’s phone rang.
“Mom… are we going home?”
I steadied myself.
“Let’s go somewhere safe.”
Behind us, I heard it—
The pop of a champagne bottle.
They brought champagne… to celebrate the end of my marriage.
Then Grant’s phone rang.
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