Kevin dealt with it differently. He went quiet. That evening, he sat in his garage with a beer sweating on the workbench beside him, looking at the old motorcycle he had been rebuilding for three years. His mother had paid for half the parts. He had never paid her back.
Amber came out and leaned against the doorframe.
“Your mom texted you?” she asked.
“Just the group.”
Amber nodded. “You should apologize.”
Kevin gave a humorless laugh. “For brunch?”
“For the last ten years.”
He looked at her sharply, but she did not look away.
The next morning in Rome, Helen walked to the Pantheon.
She stood beneath the massive dome while sunlight poured through the oculus in a perfect white column. Tourists whispered and took photos around her, but Helen stood still with her eyes raised.
She thought of Daniel.
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