When my daughter was 16, she went on a road trip with her dad’s new family. On the fifth day, I received a postcard saying they’d be staying two extra days. When she returned, she apologized for not telling me. I smiled and said, “But you did! I got your postcard!” Instantly, the color drained from her face. “Mom… we didn’t send anything.” For a moment, we just stared at each other, caught between confusion and unease.
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