KATY

My mother poked her head out of my closet, holding up three pairs of identical black leggings. Fingers crossed she didn’t ask where I wore those.

She shook them in my direction. "Katy, you own tons of black, but it’s all athletic gear."

I collected each pair of pants from her, tugging harder on the last pair before she let go. "Yeah, sometimes I need to be limber."

She gave me a puzzled look and then turned back to the closet where ...