Fiction | February 07, 2017

Kelsey was standing in the foyer, wearing shorts and a hoodie, one foot overlapping the other, and she gave Vanessa a hug and said, “I guess he told you! I know, it’s so weird,” and held up her hand with the engagement ring.

Vanessa thought, if she says We didn’t plan it, it just happened, I am going to kill her or myself.

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