“It was her idea. But she’s not going to show up. She thinks we’re out grocery shopping.”
I laughed unexpectedly.
“A do-over.”
We sat down.
There wasn’t a crowd. There was no balloon and no one waiting for an announcement.
Connor slid a cupcake toward me.
“Ready?”
I looked at him.
I wasn’t ready to forget what he’d hidden or pretend trust had repaired itself in a week.
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“Ready?”
But I was ready to let one good memory exist beside the bad one.
“Ready.”
We cut them open.
The filling was blue.
Connor looked at me.
“This doesn’t fix anything.”
The filling was blue.
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“No.”
“I still wanted you to have this.”
I took a bite.
“This one is ours.”
My phone buzzed.
It was Molly.
“This one is ours.”
“Did you do it yet???”
Connor glanced over.
“You answering?”
“Not yet.”
I left the phone where it was and kept eating.
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Minutes later, after the cupcakes were gone, I sent Molly a photo of the empty wrappers.
“Did you do it yet???”
Her reply came quickly.
“Congratulations, sweetheart. I’m so sorry I ruined the first one. But I’m so happy to be a grandmother. I’ll stay in my lane unless you call me.”
