My Ex’s Dog Brought Me the Pendant I Buried with Our Late Daughter – What He Led Me to Made My Blood Boil

So I fought in court.

And I won.

I got full custody. I moved out of our home and into a small but warm house nearby with Lily.

For the first time in years, I could breathe. I could sing in the kitchen.

I could sleep in pajamas he had not picked out.

I felt safe.

But Garrett didn’t let go.

He called often, mostly late at night. At first, it was under the guise of safety checks for Lily.

He said things like, “I just need to know what time she eats now. Her gut is sensitive.” Or, “I’m worried about the park near your house.

There are a lot of weirdos.” Once or twice, he came over with his dog, claiming he just wanted to make sure we were okay.

I ignored most of it until one weekend, he called, sounding hollow.

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