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Her phone vibrates once again. She still ignores it. “I don’t care either way,” she assures. “I’m just curious.”

Exhaling hard, I take a sip from my juice before answering. “Yes. It was.”

“And I assume you were safe. Right? Dana?” She blinks twice. “Please?”

“Yes. We were safe,” I say. “Jeez.”

“Being mature enough to do it means being mature enough to talk about it.”

“With your mother?”

“What did I always tell you about sex?” she asks, ignoring the question.

“Be smart. Be safe.”

“As long as you did that, I’ve done my job and I’m happy. I won’t inquire further.”

“Thank you.”

She takes a sip from her mug. “So, Connor.”

I wait for her to add to that. A question. A statement. Anything.

She doesn’t.

“Connor?” I ask.

“Connor.”

“Connor?”

Finally, a smile. “Connor.”

I glare. “Mom.”

“After all these years?—”

“Mom.”

“I’m not asking for details,” she says. “There’s a heavy amount of don’t wanna know attached to this — and it’s not my business, anyway.”

“But?” I say, sensing it coming.

“But I’m happy you two finally saw each other.”

I sigh at my plate. “Apparently, I’m the only blind one here.”

“You couldn’t tell?”

“You could?”

“Fucking duh!”

I tilt back, surprised. “How?” I ask. “When?”

She looks up with a pause, thinking back. “Always,” she says. “He’s just… always looked at you like…”

“Like I’m the most important person in the room?”