Chapter 8 - The Next Thanksgiving
November arrived, bringing a crisp chill to the air and the familiar scent of woodsmoke in the neighborhood.
It had been exactly one year since I walked out of my kitchen and left the turkey in the oven.
This year, my house was quiet.
I didn't wake up at 5:00 AM.
I didn't make homemade cranberry sauce. I didn't polish the wedding china. I didn't stress about gravy or dietary restrictions.
Instead, I slept in until 9:00 AM.
My daughter, Sophie, who had been away at college during the disaster last year, was home.
We decided to skip the traditional meal entirely.
“You know what sounds amazing?” Sophie said, sitting on the kitchen counter in her pajamas.
“What?”
“Let’s order a massive amount of sushi and watch bad movies all day.”
I laughed, a genuine, deep laugh that echoed in the bright, sunny kitchen.
“That sounds absolutely perfect.”
By 2:00 PM, the dining table—the same table where Daniel had tried to discard me—was covered in plastic sushi containers, soy sauce packets, and chopsticks.
We were halfway through a terrible romantic comedy when my phone buzzed on the counter.
I glanced at the screen.
It was a text from an unsaved number, but I recognized it immediately.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Claire. I miss you. - Daniel.”
I stared at the message for a few seconds.
I imagined him sitting in a small apartment somewhere, probably eating takeout alone, finally realizing the magnitude of what he threw away for a fleeting moment of ego.
I didn't feel angry. I didn't feel vindicated.
I just felt tired of the past trying to reach into my present.
Without a word, I deleted the message and blocked the number permanently.
“Everything okay, Mom?” Sophie asked, popping a piece of tempura into her mouth.
I picked up my chopsticks, smiling at my daughter.
“Everything is perfect, sweetie. Pass the soy sauce.”
I didn't look at my phone again for the rest of the day.
The blue folder was locked away in a filing cabinet, gathering dust. The house was mine. The peace was mine.
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I had lost a husband, but I had finally found myself.
And that was exactly what I was thankful for.
