I don’t say anything, but I pull my phone out and text Zoe to come over for dinner. She texts back in seconds, saying she’ll be here in ten minutes.
"There, I invited her."
Leah rolls her eyes at me as she sips her tea.
"What now?" I ask.
"You only invited her because I told you to. Honestly, everything is pointless." She says and I don’t bother asking what she means, because I’m way too tired to argue with her psychological bullshit.
When my mom comes home, I tell her that someone else will be joining us, and she smiles at me before she pulls the three of us into a hug.
We don’t deserve her, I think as I help her set the table for five people, the first time in so many years.
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Nicki’s POV
On Sunday morning, my mother wakes me up to tell me that my therapy sessions have been pushed to Sunday afternoons, because the therapist apparently overbooked.