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“Don’t be ridiculous, Mom,” I soothe. “You deserve happiness as
much as anybody. More, on most days.”
“I should have waited,” she says, shaking her head. “Damian and
I could have married next summer.”
I wince as she blows her nose with a big honk.
“I’m over that,” I say, handing her the box of tissues.
“I’m going to miss you so much when you go off to college.” The
tears start again with more force. “After your father died you were
the only thing that kept me going. I want to hold on to you for a
little longer, is that so wrong?”
“Aw, Mom.” I jump out of my chair and hurry around to her side.
Pulling her into a big bear hug, I promise, “I’ll still come back on
holidays and maybe even summer vacation. I’ll be the only kid on
campus who gets to spend all her off time on a Greek island. Everyone
will be so jealous.”
She laughs through her sniffles and squeezes me back.
We are still clutched in a tight hug when Damian walks in.
“We have a problem,” he says, his voice tight and flat. “A big
problem.”
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