Holland
Todd texts while I’m folding laundry like a functional adult for once instead of doom-scrolling.
Todd: You free tonight? Angie and the boys want to kidnap you for dinner.
Todd: We didn’t get to properly meet you at the feast (Angel’s fault, with prejudice).
Todd: No pressure. Kid-friendly place. Loud enough that we can laugh badly.
I grin at the screen. A night with people who know how to be a family sounds like exactly the sort of medicine I didn’t know to ask for.
Me: I’d love that. Where?
Todd: Mancini’s. 6:30. Spaghetti the size of your head.
Me: Good thing it's not the size of yours, or they'd have to roll me out of there on wheels after eating all that. LOL. See you then.
I throw on dark jeans, a soft sweater, and the boots that make me feel like I could either run a
