Angela’s parents’ house still felt foreign to her. They had sold the home she grew up in a few years ago, choosing a smaller two-bedroom ranch house instead. It always felt odd going there, seeing knick knacks and paintings so familiar to her in a place that she barely knew.
She pulled the car into the driveway and turned off the ignition, sitting quietly for a moment, staring at the front door. She had been practicing what she wanted to say the entire drive over, but now the words seem to be eluding her. She took a deep breath, pushed herself to get out of the car, and rang the front door bell.
A look of surprise crossed her mother’s face as she opened it. “Angie, what are you doing here?”
Angela walked inside and gave her mother a hug. Already a sign tha...
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