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Finally, she grabbed her purse and stormed toward the door, her heels clicking hard against the floor.
“You’ll regret this,” she muttered as she passed.
Later that night, after the last guest had left and Abby was upstairs in her pajamas, happily playing with her new Switch, the house finally went quiet.
Will stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do or say next.
“I should’ve told you,” he said finally. “About the money.
About the whole plan.”
I crossed my arms, still processing everything. “You really thought your mother would be normal for once.”
“I wanted her to be. I thought if I gave her a chance to do something good, she’d take it.
Assumed it would make things easier for you and Abby.”
“And instead she hurt our daughter,” I replied.
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