in the smallest gestures.
On a cool fall evening, I stood outside the Quiet Room after the kids had left, watching the sun paint the buildings in shades of amber and rose. My phone buzzed with a text from Talia: Sunday, 3 PM. No uniforms. Luke comes only if he can behave like a human. You in?
I smiled and typed back: I’m in if you mean it.
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