Chapter 93
My head was floaty as I made my shot. The cue ball flew across the table, sinking the last ball. My family cheered and clapped, and Jay gave a little bow. “You’re pretty good.” He grinned as he stood, not at all upset that I’d just won. I motioned to my dad, who had foam on his mustache. “We used to play a lot.” Before we moved all the time. Or when they had more kids. I smiled at him, the thought sending a twinge through my heart. It was a dark time, but we were closer then. Would we be so close now if things hadn’t happened the way we did? I knew the answer was no. They would’ve happily had more children, spreading their attention thin. Even if they tried their hardest, which they did, it was inevitable. At least something good came out of it. “At all those dirty motels we stopped a
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