MCA #4, Thursday Evening

Jesse hadn't really done Thanksgiving in a long time. For obvious reasons, really. She just had this one little moment of ceremony to herself, as she ate her simple meat-and-potatoes meal at the dinner table.

"This one's for you, Dylan," she said quietly, to her fork. "Maybe next year will be the year we can share it."

At least she'd found him, this year.

Just... everything else was a work in progress.

She swallowed the bite and reached for her glass of water.

"To next year," she said quietly.

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