MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

to feed an army.

Just one pie.

The front door opened before I even knocked.

Three children launched themselves at me like guided missiles.

“AUNT CHLOE!”

I barely had time to put down the pie before they wrapped themselves around my legs.

And just like that…

A year of distance disappeared.

Not completely.

But enough.

Inside, Ryan was handling the turkey.

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