Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

and space for my tools. Ava and I are having brunch at our favorite spot, mimosas and French toast on a lazy Sunday morning.

“So,” she says, cutting into her food. “Have you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Derek and Nicole broke up. Messy breakup, apparently.”

I nearly choke on my mimosa. “You’re kidding.”

“Jenna heard from Marcus who heard from someone at Derek’s continue reading …