C95 Chapter 95

Medora

The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows, casting a soft glow over the countertops as my mother and I unpacked the groceries.

“You got everything?” I asked, placing a carton of eggs in the fridge.

She hummed. “I think so. Except for your dad’s favorite coffee. But he can live without it for a day.”

I laughed. “He’s going to pretend like he can’t.”

“Oh, I know.” She smirked