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she used to read bedtime stories. She had left Alexander’s suits, his awards, his golf clubs, his mother’s china, and every object that had only resembled a family from a distance.
My husband took my stepdaughter to Christmas with his ex and told me I wasn’t her real mother—so I chose myself, walked away, and rebuilt a life they never saw coming.
One for Alexander.
One for Camila.
Alexander opened his first.
