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them to be.”
Elena nodded.
“That’s different.”
“Yeah.”
My phone buzzed.
A text from Mom.
Happy Thanksgiving, Mara. I know it’s complicated. I hope you’re well.
Thanksgiving again.
A full year later.
I stared at the message.
No demand.
No guilt.
No request.
Just a sentence.
Maybe therapy was working.
Maybe loneliness was.
Maybe both.
I typed back:
Happy Thanksgiving,continue reading …
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