He asked if I was sure—because fifty thousand dollars is a weight you feel even when you can afford it. Especially when it’s on top of the thirty thousand I’d already contributed.
“I’m sure,” I said.
That night, I turned off my phone, poured a glass of wine, and sat outside as the sky went dark. I thought about the years I’d been “strong.” The years I’d been “reliable.” The years I’d been treated like the quiet engine that made everything run.
Then the doorbell rang.
I opened it expecting—stupidly—Natalie.
It was Justin.
He walked in like he’d been assigned to manage me. “Mom, why aren’t you answering? Natalie’s losing it.”
I corrected him calmly. “I’m not going. I wasn’t invited.”
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