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

it back. “Two years of weekdays. Two years of being ‘on’ from morning to night. Two years of you saying ‘just until’ like it’s a magic spell.”

Jessica’s face tightens. “You always make it sound like I’m taking advantage.”

I stare at her.

Because that is the controversial truth nobody wants to say out loud: You can love someone and still exploit them.

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