“She was right,” Mia said gently.
“About what?”
She smiled. “About you.”
I didn’t answer.
I didn’t need to.
For the first time in a long time… I believed it.
The next morning, I woke up and sent a message to our family group chat:
“Breakfast next Sunday. All of you. No excuses.”
The replies came instantly—laughing, complaining, agreeing.
I smiled.
For the first time in years, I felt like nothing was missing anymore.
