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I looked at Andrew.
He just kept scrolling.
Her smile disappeared.
“Everything in my son’s life is my decision,” Dolores said calmly.
That night, I tried again with Andrew.
“Your mom told me she decides everything in your life. In our house.”
He sighed like I’d brought up a bill we couldn’t pay.
“Why are you making this a thing? She’s just trying to help us.”
“Maybe she has a point,” Andrew said.
“You’re always stressed. You’re never fully here.”
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