I Retired to Rest, Then My Daughter Drafted Me Into Motherhood Again

time.

This time it’s a text.

Where are you?? Mike got called into a meeting. I have a call. Please answer.

Another buzz.

Mom, please. Liam is screaming. Noah threw up.

My lie tastes different now. Sour. Heavy. Like pennies.

I swallow and type with trembling thumbs.

Leaving now. Traffic.

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