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I don’t want her feeling embarrassed.”
Andrea clutched the phone like it was made of diamonds.
“You know how kids can be,” he said. “She deserves the best.”
Then it was a tablet.
Then a designer backpack.
Then concert tickets.
Every weekend with him, she came home with another thing I couldn’t afford.
I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to be the bitter ex who complains every time her kid gets something nice.
But slowly, Andrea started changing.
Not in the “teen movie” way.
Just… distant.
She’d come home from his place and walk through our little rented house like she was jet-lagged from a different planet.
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