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A few days after my confrontation with Trent, I called my parents and asked if I could come over for dinner. Ian and Blake were free and agreed to come with me to tell them about the baby. There was safety in numbers, right?
I was the first one there. I let myself into the house I grew up in and followed my nose to the kitchen, where my mom was standing at the stove.
“Hi, honey,” she said when I walked in. Without fail, she always knew when we were there. As a teenager, it meant no sneaking out of the house. As an adult, it was just a comfort.
“Hi, Mom. What are you making?”
“Chili. Your dad said it was a good chili day. I actually made it yesterday since it’s better the next day, so I’m just heating it up.”
“Did you make mac and cheese, too?”
“Of course.” She set her spoon down a
