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I wasn’t supposed to be home. I came back for my son’s inhaler and overheard my husband calmly telling his mother they were selling our house — without me. They thought I’d panic, cry, and comply.
Turns out, they picked the wrong woman.
Painfully normal.
I picked up my kids after school. Emma, eleven, slammed the car door and immediately started talking about how unfair her math teacher was.
Leo, seven, climbed into his seat quietly, already coughing a little because the weather had shifted again.
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