Kyle hadn’t called in weeks but suddenly wanted a Father’s Day visit. I agreed, knowing he was after likes, not love. Ever since our divorce, he’s built a digital shrine to fatherhood — old photos, sugary captions, and zero real effort. He hadn’t paid child support in six months or texted our daughter, Emma, in nearly as long. Still, when he messaged “Thinking of stopping by Sunday,” I said yes — because I knew something he didn’t.
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