"Screw cooking, I ordered pizza," Mom announces as she walks back into the living room.I jump, startled, my attention still fixed on Drevin's text."Hmm?" I glance up at her, quickly locking my phone and placing it facedown on the coffee table. I try my best not to let her see how much that message has affected me."I said I ordered pizza," she repeats, a little slower and quieter this time."Oh, yeah. That's great. Dad and Callum love pizza.""Yeah, plus we're not done with our girls' day.""We aren't?" I'd assumed that with Dad and Callum coming home soon, our girls' day would be over."No way, favorite daughter!""Only daughter," I remind her, rolling my eyes.She laughs and reaches down to pull a box from the floor.For a moment, I feel a familiar rush of excitement before reminding myself that I'm not five years old anymore.Still, somehow, that box has the same giddy effect on me that it always has.It's nothing special to look at. Just a plain white box, battered and worn from
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