MEND ME IF YOU CAN.
“I’ll trim the garden. Water the flowers. Let me do something while you finish here.”
She frowned, her mouth pulling into a line like she was about to scold me. She waved her spoon in the air, offended but playful.
“You just got back,” she said. “Sit. Let me spoil you for once.”
I shook my head gently, trying not to let the lump in my throat spill into my voice.
“You’ve done enough spoiling already.”
Something shifted in her. Her sternness melted, and her eyes softened, catching on mine like sunlight on still water.
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