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Time away from… softness.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “He’s never stayed alone with you.”
“Perhaps that’s the problem,” Eleanor replied.
Nate hesitated. He always did with her.
A lifetime of conditioning.
“It could be good for him,” he said. “Just a week or two.”
I looked at Oliver. He was thirteen then.
Trying hard to look grown.
“Would you want to go?” I asked.
He shrugged. “If it makes Dad happy.”
I didn’t like the way she said that. I should’ve listened to that feeling.
Because the very first morning he was there, my phone rang before breakfast.
“Mom?” Oliver said quietly.
“Yes, honey?”
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