“They’ve made it a whole ritual.”
Everyone stopped at the horse.
Mom beamed beside her while I stood two feet away and waited for someone to notice my willow. It had been like that ever since. Vanessa never meant to take anything from me. Rooms simply tilted toward her.
I pushed the thought down with a sip of orange juice.
“So,” my mother said, patting my hand, “Toby tells me his daddy is taking him camping again next weekend?”
“You should’ve listened to me the first time.”
“Third month in a row,” I said, smiling. “They’ve made it a whole ritual. I pack the snack bags, they load the tent, off they go.”
“That’s lovely,” Vanessa said softly. “He’s such a good dad.”
“He really is.”
Vanessa glanced at Greg.
“He asked me about tents a while back.”
“So, did you ever figure out that tent situation?”
Greg looked at her.
