pointing toward the hallway, “get out.”

Vanessa smirked.

Mom stayed silent.

Then Dad added the sentence I would remember for years.

“And don’t come back for Thanksgiving. We’re happier without you.”

Noah’s eyes filled with tears.

I stood, helped him into his coat, and lifted him into my arms even though he was becoming too heavy to carry comfortably.

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