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arms around my knees.

“Did you do good, Mommy?”

“I did good, baby,” I said, lifting her up. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

On the way out, I passed Elena with her tray. She kept her eyes down, but as I reached for a glass of champagne, she looked up. Her eyes were wet. She looked like she was building toward something — an apology, a plea, one last attempt continue reading …