I raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like her.”
“Talking to Mom again?”
“She was right, you know,” Mia added.
“About what?”
She smiled. “About you.”
I didn’t respond because I didn’t need to.
Because for the first time in a long time… I believed it.
***
The following morning, I woke up and spent some time thinking. Then I picked up my phone and sent a message to the group chat we’ve had for years. “Breakfast next Sunday. All of you. No excuses.
