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Part 1: Choosing Love When Approval Comes at a Price
A few weeks later, despite every instinct warning me otherwise, I introduced them.
Anna looked exactly like herself. Kind. Slightly tired. Real. Aaron clung to her hand, eyeing the pastry display with open curiosity.

My mother greeted them politely, but warmth never entered the room.
“You must be exhausted,” she said to Anna.
“I am,” Anna replied with a small laugh. “That’s part of the job.”