the recovery project [2]

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preston

he sits with vivian and her parents at the table.

they're all smiles, all manners, but full of humor and lightheartedness. vivian looks just like her mother as she laughs; dimples forming with the curve of their lips.

"son," her father grins as a greeting, clapping his hands together. he mocks applause and wipes a false tear from his eye. "it's taco tuesday."

preston feels his heart wrench in his chest. he pushes back away from the table slowly, yet his heart beats like a drum in his ears. "excuse me, i need to use the restroom."

he rushes off away from them without another word.