I had just walked into my apartment on a high after winning an intramural soccer game. Even better, my boyfriend was baking, something that never happened. I turned on some 1960s music and picked up my cat who was looking particularly cute and fluffy. We had moved to Seattle a few months prior and everything felt weirdly perfect and settled. My phone illuminated with a text from my mom. “You up?” Considering it was only 8:30 at night, it was a weird question. Why wouldn’t I be? I immediately picked up the phone and called her. …

Candace Lowry

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