When I came home from a trip, I discovered my three-year-old daughter trembling with her hair completely shaved off. My mother-in-law looked at her coldly and said, “That’s how children learn not to take what isn’t theirs.” – Welcome

I had wrapped around the banister.

The place cards I had written in gold ink after midnight because I wanted the holiday to be beautiful.

None of it had been for Diane.

I finally understood that.

It had never belonged to her.

I opened the drawer where we kept spare keys and removed one.

The key Diane had copied two years earlier without my permission.

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