![]() ![]() Mom and John had gone to sleep a little after ten. Both my sister and John’s son, and their families, had dispersed in the days since Christmas, so it was just me left to celebrate alone in the big sleepy house. I shut my eyes and sank back into the deep sofa under a blanket, feeling the fizz of the wine on my tongue before letting it slide down and fuel the growing buzz in my head. Even after two and a half years at NYU, I was still a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but tonight I didn’t mind at all. It was a good way to dull the somber evening. I glanced at my phone again, but my messages were still unanswered. Patrick and I weren’t dating exactly, but we were something. ![]() Something enough that we’d planned an evening together, one he was now undoubtedly having with someone else.
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