He Handed Me Divorce Papers While I Held Our Newborns

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“Rebecca,” he said, voice unsteady, “why didn’t you tell us?”

I shifted Mason’s carrier to my other hand. My incision pulled. I ignored it.

“Because I wasn’t buying gratitude,” I said. “I was trying to keep you in your home.”

Susan had started crying then, but not neat crying. Red face, wet nose, angry crying. Her kind.

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