My name is Kate and I’m 32. The invitation came through my brother’s girlfriend, not him directly. Family dinner to celebrate our engagement.
The text read. Saturday, 7:00 p.m. at Meridian.
3 years. It had been 3 years since I’d seen any of them. 3 years since my father looked me in the eye and called my pregnancy the biggest mistake of your life.
3 years since I walked out of that house with nothing but my dignity and a baby growing inside me. I stared at the message for 10 minutes, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. Meridian was the kind of restaurant where appetizers cost more than some people’s grocery budget.
The kind of place my father took clients when he wanted to impress them. The kind of place he’d never taken me, even for my college graduation dinner. But Jenna was trying.
I had to give her credit for that. She’d been texting me sporadically over the past year. Little updates about my brother Marcus.
How he’d finally gotten the promotion at the law firm. How he’d bought a condo in downtown Seattle. How he’d mentioned missing me exactly once and only when he’d had too much wine.
My phone buzzed with another message. I know it’s been complicated, but families should be together for big moments. Please consider coming, Jenna.
Complicated. That was one way to put it. Another way would be devastating, humiliating, soul crushing.
But I had changed since then. I wasn’t the same broken woman who’d cried herself to sleep for months, wondering if my father was right about me being a failure. I looked across my apartment at the corner where my son Ethan played with his wooden blocks.
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