Sophia
I called my mother back from Mark's kitchen twenty minutes later, wrapped in one of his shirts, coffee in hand, while he stood at the counter pretending not to listen and doing a very poor job of it.
"There you are," Claire said, answering on the first ring, her voice bright with an excitement that immediately put me on edge, given the timing. "I've been trying to reach you all morning."
"Sorry, my phone was on silent. What's going on?"
"Daniel proposed."
I nearly dropped my coffee. "What? When?"
"Last night, after we got back from dinner. He'd been planning it for weeks apparently, had this whole thing set up in the backyard with string lights he'd strung up while I thought he was just fixing the fence." Her voice caught, thick with happy tears even through the phone. "I said
