I was fighting for Noah and Lily. For illustrative purposes only
Then Friday morning, Carol texted me. She asked if she could spend the afternoon with the kids.
Normally, I would’ve said no immediately — I didn’t trust her. But I was tired. My head hurt.
She promised she’d only stay an hour or two. Said she missed the kids. I took a deep breath and replied, “Okay.”
She showed up right on time that afternoon.
Her smile was wide, but her eyes didn’t match it. She walked in like she owned the place, carrying a large, stuffed tote bag. “I brought something sweet for the kids,” she said, overly cheerful.
I gave her a long look. “We don’t do sweets during the week, Carol.”
She waved a dismissive hand. “It’s Friday.
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