Chapter 48

I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.

Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.

An answer.

A promise.

A miracle, maybe.

‘Meet someone new.’

Like it’s that simple.

Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.

A perfect suburban fantasy.

God.

The worst part is…

I know she’s not completely