“I used to,” I said.
“And now?”
“Now I think… we ended up exactly where we were meant to be.”
She smiled. “I like that answer.”
Later, Lacy brought out dessert.
“You didn’t think we’d show up empty-handed, did you?” she teased.
“Wouldn’t put it past you,” I joked.
We laughed, talked over each other, passed plates around—just like old times.
At one point, someone asked, “So what do we do now?”
I looked at all nine of them—grown women now. Strong. Independent. Still mine.
“We keep going,” I said.
That was all.
