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Simon gasped, hugged it to his chest, and shouted, joyful and loud: “YES! The other mom kept her promise!
I knew it!”
I forced myself to smile at Simon.
My son nodded, still grinning. “Yeah! She said if I was really good, she’d make sure I got it for Christmas.”
I slowly turned toward my husband.
He wasn’t smiling.
His face had gone pale.
He refused to meet my gaze.
“Who is the other mom?”
My son looked between us, suddenly unsure. The joy was draining from his face now. He could feel the shift in the room.
“She comes sometimes. She told me not to worry.”
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