That got a laugh from Harlow.
Mira turned toward me then, and I saw it in her face. The surprise of this welcome. Not the ring. Not anymore. This.
I stepped close and kissed her temple while Mom still held one of her hands.
“You’re home,” I said quietly.
She looked at me and nodded. “I know.”
Mom heard it and started crying harder.
Harlow rolled her eyes.
“Mom.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Yes, you can.”
“No, I can’t.”
Dad put a hand at Mom’s back and smiled at her like this was his favorite kind of mess.
Harlow looked at me again.
“Did you at least do it right?”
“Yes.”
She looked at Mira. “Did he?”
Mira smiled. “He did.”
“That is not enough detail.”
“You’re not getting detail.”
“I absolutely am.”
“No,” I said.
Harlow pointed at me.
“This does not involve you anymore.”
“It w
