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“What is it?” Molly asks.

“Mrs. Jackson is in remission.”

She throws her hand over her mouth. “That’s wonderful. When Brayden was here, he told me how hopeful they were.”

I nod, my elation at the good news tempered by this off feeling. I should be there celebrating with him. With the whole family.

“So, you and Brayden . . .?”

Molly rolls her eyes