I opened the door expecting to meet my son’s fiancée. Instead, I recognized the woman standing beside him, locked myself in the bathroom, and realized she hadn’t come into our lives by accident.
The kitchen smelled like roast chicken and warm peaches as I set the table with my best plates and folded the napkins the way my mother had taught me years ago.
My adopted son was bringing his fiancée home for dinner before the wedding, and I wanted everything to be perfect.
I had never met Claire. Somehow, every plan had fallen apart. They had been traveling. Then she had work. Every time we tried to arrange something, life got in the way.
My adopted son was bringing his fiancée home for dinner.
At noon, the doorbell rang. I took one deep breath and opened the door. Daniel stood there smiling, his hand wrapped around a young woman’s.
“Mom,” he said happily. “This is Claire.”
She stepped into the light.
The wine glass slipped from my hand and shattered across the floor.
“Mom?” Daniel asked.
But I was already turning away. I ran down the hallway and locked myself inside the bathroom. Behind me, Daniel said something soft to Claire, probably apologizing, probably telling her I was just nervous.
“This is Claire.”
Then I bent over the sink and sucked in air like I had been underwater. My face in the mirror was gray.
My lipstick had faded at the corners. My hair, which I had curled carefully that afternoon, looked too neat for the terror moving through me.
“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.”
A knock came at the door.
“Mom?” Daniel called. “Do you need anything?”
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