by Jimy Valenti
That next morning, I don’t even wake up the girls. I text Walker and say I need the day, something about not feeling well. He’d understand. When I come out of my room, there are Bella and Sophie. They’re eating cereal and watching Love is Blind. The good part when they see each other for the first time. I join them on a kitchen stool and pour myself a bowl. I watch for a while. Bella is wearing the same gray sweats, my old flannel, big headphones around her neck. I ask her where she’s going with my mouth full, milk spilling from my lips.
“To school,” she says and rolls her eyes like her mother. Sophie jumps from the couch to a pile of pillows on the floor.
Bella takes the bat by the front door and leaves. I set the bowl on the counter and watch Bella through the front door.
There she goes. The bat dragging behind her as she makes her way to the bus stop.
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