My Son Brought

“Did Emma like the bracelet?”

Ashley’s eyes filled with tears.

“Laura—”

“Did anyone call Caleb to thank him?”

She whispered, “Things were tense.”

“No. They were convenient.”

A tear slid down her cheek.

“I don’t know what you want.”

“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to do it.”

“Apologize?”

“Start there.”

She wiped her face angrily.

“Fine. I’m sorry.”

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