“Your mom wanted ten copies,” Div told me. He didn’t dare laugh but his eyes gleamed.
I rolled my eyes with a snort and tossed the magazine in the recycling as Div left to answer the phone.
My email pinged with a newsletter from the town journalist. He was retired but periodically sent a condensed version of the town events and news. I enjoyed reading it and staying up to date on what was happening in my town.
Will and his family were mentioned. My gaze snagged on a picture of Kara, holding a stuffed toy that I bought her. A panda. I grinned. She looked so damn cute, missing that front tooth. My chest tightened as I realized that this was my relationship with Will and his family for the foreseeable future—photos, texts, emails, and FaceTime.
It wasn’t right, Kara growing up in the city
