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When We Were Opening Christmas Gifts, My 5-Year-Old Shouted, “Yes! The Other Mom Kept Her Promise!”
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“Yes,” he said quickly. “But it’s not what you think.”
He rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit I knew well. “After we let her go, she started texting me. Apologizing. Saying she never meant to make me uncomfortable.”
“And you kept talking to her,” I said flatly.
“I thought maybe I’d misunderstood her,” he said. “Then she asked if she could see Simon. Just once. She said she missed him.”
I stared at him. “You agreed to that without telling me?”
“I was going to,” he said. “I just thought you’d think I was overreacting.”
My voice dropped. “How many times, Mike?”
