“I’m just saying, Michael never did silly things like that growing up.”
“Because I was too busy trying to please you,” Michael shot back. “Lucas doesn’t need fixing.
She huffed but went silent.
Temporarily.
I should’ve known she was just waiting for the right moment to strike.
Four months before the wedding, Lucas started acting sneaky.
He’d rush home from school and lock himself in his room for hours.
When I’d knock, he’d crack the door open, smile mysteriously, and say, “I’m working on something, Mom. You’ll see soon.”
He stopped leaving his crochet projects around the house.
I didn’t push.
Then, three weeks before the wedding, he appeared in my bedroom doorway holding a massive garment bag.
“Mom,” he said, voice cracking, “I made you something.”
My heart started racing. “Sweetie, what…”
“Just open it.
Please.”
I unzipped the bag.
And then I couldn’t breathe.
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