She grinned.
“Which time?”
She brought out the cake.
“Very funny.”
“I’ve been telling you for years, sweetheart.”
“Well, I finally listened.”
She handed me a generous slice.
“About time.”
“You know what the strangest part was?” I admitted.
Mom looked at me.
“What?”
She handed me a generous slice.
“When Lucas started begging me to drop the complaint, I almost felt sorry for him.”
Mom raised an eyebrow.
“Even after everything he did?”
“I know. Ridiculous, right?”
“Not ridiculous, sweetheart. But you don’t have to fix every uncomfortable situation.”
“Ridiculous, right?”
I looked down at my ring.
She’d been telling me that for years.
“I think I’m finally starting to understand.”
Mom smiled and reached for the cake knife.
“Another slice?”
I looked down at my ring.
Normally, I would’ve said no. I’d already had plenty, and there were other people to feed.
