22. Carina-2
I grew up with both parents, grandparents, and many aunts and uncles. My child will have no one but me, and each time I imagine it—imagine having to be an entire family to this child—sorrow threatens to break the wall I’ve been slowly building. I blink, recalling I still need to respond to Jason. “Um, yeah, sure.” Jason grins, sliding into the bench across from me. “Fancy meeting you here.” In a town this small it’s hard to hide. I smile politely and say, “I come here on Saturdays.” His brows lift in a silent question and my cheeks warm because for some reason this stranger-s***h-friend from work getting to know the ins and outs of my daily life seems too intimate. Still, I add, “Yeah, the croissants are the best.” Angel chooses then to pop up, her attention focused on Jason. “What ca
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