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Abby broke.
Full sobs, the kind that shake a kid’s whole body. Her party went dead silent. Kids started staring and giggling.
I stood up so fast my chair scraped across the floor.
“Sharon. Give it back. Right now.”
She turned to me with that wounded expression she’s perfected over the years.
“Don’t undermine my lesson. This is about teaching respect.”
My hands were shaking. I was two seconds away from losing it completely when my husband, Will, cleared his throat.
“Abby,” he said, his voice unnaturally calm.
“Apologize to Grandma. And thank her properly this time.”
I felt like the floor had dropped out from under me.
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