I pulled into my parents’ driveway just outside Denver at 8:17 p.m. and shut off the engine, but my hand stayed locked around the steering wheel.
The porch light glowed against the fading spring sky. Cold wind moved through the hedges, and through the windows came music, roasted garlic, and the sharp lemon polish my mother always used when she wanted the house to look more expensive than it was.
Five years away, and somehow this place could still make me feel seventeen.
Tiffany opened the door with her phone already raised.
“Oh my God. You really came.”
Behind her, Mom wore the smile she saved for other people.
“Five years,” she announced. “No photos. No updates. We barely even knew where she was.”
That wasn’t true.
Tiffany had my emergency contact number, a secure mailing address, and the information I’d given her when Grandma got sick. Those were some of the few safe pieces of my life I had trusted her with.
Then she noticed the patch on my shoulder.
“So… that’s your rank?”
Laughter moved through the room.
Brad, Tiffany’s almost husband, stepped beside her.
“You’re actually in the military? You really don’t look like the type.”
Tiffany angled herself toward her livestream.
“Brad is the real deal. Leadership. Visibility. My sister just does some small job on a base.”
Dad wouldn’t look at me.
“Just try not to make us look bad tonight.”
I said nothing.
The party kept moving around me.
Ice knocked against glasses.
Brad talked about promotions while Mom rested a hand on his sleeve like his future already belonged to the family.
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