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On day three, she handed him a piece of paper at breakfast.
“What’s this?” he asked.
The list was titled “Dad Duty Bootcamp” in Janet’s neat handwriting:
Luke stared at it. “No way! You’re joking.”
Janet crossed her arms.
“I wasn’t joking when you missed your wife giving birth to your son.”
“Mom, I have to work. I can’t…”
“Then you should’ve thought of that before you prioritized a boys’ weekend over your family.”
She enforced the list like a drill sergeant. When the baby cried at midnight, she’d appear in our doorway like a ghost.
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