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“What good is success if you don’t have anyone to share it with?” I say.
She’s quiet, and I can see her thinking about something. “Yeah.”
We fall into silence, and I’m not sure what to say or do next.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” she asks.
“Tessa said we should surprise you.”
She chuckles sarcastically. “I’m definitely surprised.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t be. I’m happy to see you.”
I turn to look at her in the eye. She looks at me. “Yeah?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes.”
And for the first time in a few weeks, I feel like maybe everything’s going to be okay.
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“Disneyland,” Tessa announces over breakfast.
“Disneyland?” West looks up from where he’s cutting Emma’s pancakes into perfect bite-sized pieces.
“That’s what happens when rich Uncle West comes to town. You take my children to the happiest place on earth and give them memories they’ll talk about for the rest of their lives while I’m working my tail off trying to pay bills.”
He shrugs. “Okay.”
“Really?” Tessa asks like she wasn’t expecting him to agree.
West says, “Really. If you don’t mind. If you won’t get FOMO.”
“FOMO?” Tessa laughs. “West, I can take them anytime. But rich uncle with unlimited credit card and no kids of his own to tire him out? That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“I’m not that rich,” West argues.
“You’re rich, uncle West. My yearly salary is a joke in comparison. You’re Disney rich.”
West glares at her.
“Plus,” Tessa adds, grinning at me, “Liv can go with you. Make sure you don’t lose my children in the crowds.”
“I won’t lose your children,” West laughs.
“When’s the last time you waited in line for three hours to go on a two-minute ride?”
“I don’t wait in line for three hours for anything,” he says.
“Exactly. You need Liv.”
I look between them, and I realize they’re both looking at me like this decision is mine to make.
“I could go,” I say slowly. “If West doesn’t mind the company.”
West says, “I don’t mind the company.”
