110_The Cap Fits

Eloise – First Person POV

I had been up since dawn, my nerves buzzing like a kettle left too long on the stove. The sunlight spilled in warm sheets across my bedroom floor, pooling over the neatly folded navy-blue dress I’d chosen for today. I stared at it for a moment, smiling to myself. My baby was graduating from elementary school. My baby—Max—who used to cry when his shoelaces tangled, who once clung to my hip in the middle of a grocery store because the freezer ...