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“It’s really good to know what matters to you,” I added.
I reached into my bag, pulled out a folder, and set it in front of Andrew.
“What is that?” his mother snapped.
“Divorce papers,” I said.
The room went dead quiet.
“You’re doing this here?” Andrew hissed.
“At my mom’s birthday?”
“This seemed like the right place,” I said. “She’s had more of a say in our marriage more than I have.”
“After everything we’ve done for you,” Dolores yelled. “This is how you repay us?
You selfish little—”
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