Not unhappy.
Simply worn down by the weeks after the wedding.
She placed the cardigan on the hood.
“You left this in my apartment.”
I smiled.
“I wondered where it went.”
“I borrowed it last winter.”
“I remember.”
“You told me not to stretch it.”
“I remember that too.”
She laughed softly.
Then we stood in silence.
Her eyes moved toward the church steps.
“Mom.”