Claire
Sophia called just after eight that evening, her voice bright and breathless in a way I recognized instantly, the same pitch she used to have as a little girl running in from the yard with news too big to hold in.
"Mom. Are you sitting down?"
"I'm sitting down." I set my tea aside, already smiling, some instinct telling me exactly what was coming before she said another word. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"Mark proposed. Tonight. At the wing." Her voice cracked slightly with emotion. "Mom, I said yes."
I felt my whole chest fill with warmth, tears springing immediate and unguarded. "Oh, Sophia. That's wonderful. That's absolutely wonderful."
"You're not upset? It's fast, I know, considering everything we've all been through this year."
"Upset? Sweetheart, I have never once doubte
