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Her lips pressed into a thin line.
“You must understand,” she continued, “Ashley comes from a different world. Ethan wanted to feel accepted. He wanted to belong.”
“He already belonged,” I said. “He just decided my world wasn’t impressive enough.”
Carol leaned forward. “Stephanie, we are family now. There’s no reason to turn this into something permanent.”
“Permanent?” I echoed. “This wasn’t sudden. This was years in the making.”
She sighed, switching tactics. “Ethan is devastated. He’s barely functioning. You raised him. You know he’s sensitive.”
I met her eyes.
“I know he’s entitled,” I said. “And I know who taught him that it was acceptable to erase people once they stop being useful.”
That landed.
Carol’s composure cracked just slightly. “What do you want?” she asked. “An apology? A statement? We can fix this.”
“I wanted respect,” I said. “Years ago. Quietly. Without conditions.”
She stood up as well. “And now?”
“Now I want peace.”
She exhaled sharply. “Stephanie, don’t be unreasonable. Ethan is your son.”
I turned back to her slowly.
“No,” I said. “He made it very clear who his real mother is.”
