The kitchen table was covered with envelopes, most of them containing answers to the wedding invitation, and the afternoon sun drew warm and slow rays on the wood.
My father hummed an old piece, a little fake, from the living room, as he had been since I was little.
“There’s a hell of a pile this week. »
At twenty-nine, sitting in the house where he had raised me alone, it was always at this table that I felt the most secure.
Announcements
“You want some more coffee, Liv? “He asked me.
“It’s okay, Dad. »
I spent my thumb on the edge of a cream envelope and thought of Daniel.
We had only been together for a few months, but he had burst into my life during this opening as if he already knew the end of the story.
“Forever,” he whispered to me when he proposed to me on this roof, with a ring as big as a finger, and I had believed him because I wanted to believe it.
