“You’re holding a fork. That’s different.”
I smiled. It was the first real smile I’d had in a while, and it felt a little rusty, like a door nobody had opened in months.
Then my phone buzzed on the counter.
Person detected in driveway.
I opened the alert without thinking much about it. The painters weren’t supposed to start until Monday, but contractors show up early sometimes. Or maybe it was a package. I’d ordered new curtain rods, and I couldn’t remember which address I’d used.
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