My Son Cut Me From The Wedding Guest List Then Sent Me The Bill

stopped with it in my hand.

Spencer saw me pause.

“Use it,” he said quietly. “She would want you to.”

So I did.

We sat at the kitchen table and I said, “Your mother would have hated the Château Laurier anyway. She hated fussy.”

He laughed. It was the wet kind, very close to crying, and it was the most genuine sound I had heard from him in over a year.

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