Medora
“I bought us all tickets to some Christmas movies tonight. Adults only—rated eighteen-plus,” Millie announced as we sat for lunch.
I pushed the tomatoes to the edge of my plate. I wasn’t in the mood for them today—or for much of anything, really.
“I’ll stay home with the kids,” I offered, spearing a forkful of zucchini and lifting it to my mouth.
Reign scoffed, loud enough to draw attention.
I glanced at him but held my tongue. The last thing I wanted was to air our usual drama in front of everyone.
“You’re so boring,” Yellow chimed in, tossing her napkin onto the table. “The kids can stay with your mom for the night. You know how much she loves having them over.”
“It’s not that,” I said quietly, keeping my focus on my plate. “I’m just not in the mood for a movie tonight.”
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