Fathers bent down, tying shoelaces, fixing crooked bows, wiping lip gloss off chins.
Laughter filled every corner of the gym.
Except mine.
I stood near the back wall.
Alone.
Holding the edges of my lavender dress between my fingers.
I kept checking the big double doors at the front of the gym—the ones with the brass handles that always stuck if you didn’t pull hard enough.
Every time they opened, my heart jumped.
Every time, it wasn’t him.
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