1 septembre 2026

I arrived at my dad’s retirement gala and overheard. She’s just here to ruin the mood….

Dad stood near the podium in his charcoal suit, laughing with three men in similar suits. He hadn’t seen us yet. Or maybe he had and simply chose not to look.

That thought made my stomach turn.

Lily’s grip tightened. “Mommy…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I whispered, though my voice cracked on the last word. “We’re leaving.”

Diane’s smile widened — victorious, satisfied, cruel.

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