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Thick clouds made a ceiling of gray across a field of green with a gravel path that gently rounded some pine trees. In the distance, maybe a dozen kids played on a yellow jungle gym, their squeals of delight echoing through the air.
Jack walked up the path.
Dressed in blue jeans and a black windbreaker, he shuffled along with his hands in his pockets. “I figured you might show up,” he said, turning. “You know, I was planning to stop by your apartment.”
His mother approached in dark jeans and a white t-shirt with frilly sleeves. Waves of honey-blonde hair fell over her shoulders, framing a face with only the faintest signs of middle age. “Your sister told me you wanted to go home one last time,” she said. “Of course you'd visit the park where I used to take you.”
“You know me well.”
