“Divorce,” he said. I didn’t cry or argue—I just held my child tighter, packed a suitcase, and walked out. They had no idea what was about to happen next.
The front door opened at exactly 4:30 in the morning, softer than it should have.
Somehow, that made it worse.
Claire stood barefoot on the cold kitchen tile, her two-month-old son sleeping …
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