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no expectations, just family.”
She paused and I could hear her take a breath. “Will you come, please?”
Matteo was watching me from across the kitchen table, his coffee halfway to his mouth, clearly trying to read my expression.
“Okay,” I said, “we’ll be there.”
When we pulled into my parents’ driveway Sunday evening, my stomach was tight with nerves despite continue reading …
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