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“Do you?”
“The twins are 17 now. They’re going to college soon.
The twins. Alex and Lily. My grandchildren.
They had been four years old the last time I’d held them. They had grown into teenagers while I watched from afar through school newsletters and newspaper photos of academic achievements. “How generous of James to finally remember he has a mother.”
Victoria’s smile flickered slightly.
“Sandra, I know there have been misunderstandings.”
“Misunderstandings?” The word came out sharper than I’d intended. “Is that what you call it when you systematically poison my son against me? When you move him across the country to ensure I can’t see my grandchildren?
When you return every birthday card I send unopened?”
“That’s all in the past. Now we want to move forward.”
I walked to my window, looking out at the city I’d conquered through sheer determination. In the reflection, I could see Victoria studying my apartment, no doubt calculating how much each piece was worth.
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