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Not a drill. I’m moving to Indy.

Me:

Yay!!

Layla:

You need a job? I know of one.

Me:

Stella:

I don’t do weddings.

I smirk at her reply. I thought Stella was the biggest wedding hater in my life. Looks like she’s met her match with Theo being the biggest anti-wedding person I’ve come across. She will never admit it, but I know it has something to do with the fact that her father is on wife number five. Or six. I don’t know the particulars because she didn’t talk about it often in college, but it’s always something I’ve wanted to know more about but never pushed for details. Turning off the lights in my bathroom, I head back downstairs.

Once downstairs, I walk into my office, deciding that checking emails while I wait is my best option. Since I left the office early today, I know my inbox will be full. Setting my phone on the desk, I see an incoming text from Cash telling me he’s going to be a little late and that he’s super sorry. I roll my eyes.

I’m not surprised. He’s always late. But that means I’ll have to entertain my folks without a buffer. I read through a few emails and reply to a couple when I hear the doorbell ring.

I don’t rush to the door, because hello, I need an internal pep talk.

This is your mother. You love your mother. She loves you… she just loves your brother more.

It will be fine.

You’ll be fine.

You’re happy they are back in town.

Closing my eyes, I let out a deep breath.

Here we go.

I swing the door open to find my parents. They both wear big grins and my mom’s arms stretch wide as she squeals and attacks me for a hug.

“Come on in.” I force out with a chuckle as she squeezes me tight. Finally letting me go, she starts gushing about my home as she walks in.

“Hey, kid,” my dad says as he passes me.

I welcome them, let them know Cash is running a little late, and show them around my obnoxiously clean home. My mom is clearly excited to be here. She goes on and on about how impressed she is and how proud she is of what I’ve done with my life.

I should soak up the praise like a sponge.

But I don’t. I smile and nod and say thanks. But I’m just waiting for the chastising to begin. It’s normally how it goes.

I’m used to it.

We sit down in the living room while we wait for Cash, my mom and dad on the couch. I perch on the chair, giving myself the opportunity to jump up quickly.

My mom huffs and pops out her bottom lip. She’s in her mid-fifties and looks like she’s in her forties. Her blond hair is thick just like mine. I got most of my features from her.

Here we go…

“Cassie, I miss you so much. We never see you.” She pouts.

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