“I’ve been thinking…” The time we spent together in her bed, and her dad’s words, helped me figure out what I want to do. I’m ready to make a decision I wasn’t ready to make this morning. “Will you go with me to visit my mom?” “Visit?” She halts in her tracks, and I stop too. “It’s complicated.” Ava reaches my hand, entwining our fingers. “I’ll go with you.” “Really? I mean, I want to go on Christmas.” “We can always celebrate later. My dad will understand.”
