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Then: “You should be grateful anyone wants you.”
I hung up.
That night, I sat on Noah’s bed while he clutched his stuffed dinosaur.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he whispered.
It hurt to even speak. “No, baby, you did the bravest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
He looked at me as if he didn’t believe it.
“You saved me,” I told him. “You saved us.”
He started crying, and I held him until his breathing slowed.
The wedding got canceled.
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