Regret

She keeps scrolling through the anxious smiles, the brand new Spiderman backpacks, the first handprint smudges on the classroom windows.

“You’re only torturing yourself.”

“Mine would’ve started kindergarten today.”

He reaches for the phone. She flicks his hand away.

“One more picture.”

 

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