behind him.
The door closed before I could answer.
I stood there staring at painted wood, listening to Chloe make soft noises behind me.
Something inside me went still.
My neighbor, June, helped carry Chloe upstairs and asked whether I needed anything.
I had spent weeks begging Eric to remember we mattered.
I finally stopped.
By the time I got home, I had cried myself half to death.
My neighbor, June, helped carry Chloe upstairs and asked whether I needed anything.
I almost said no from habit.
After Eric left, Barbara stopped calling too. I assumed she’d chosen his side.
Instead, I opened my phone and called the last person I ever expected to trust.
Barbara answered sleepily.
Eric’s mother and I had never liked each other much. She thought I was too sensitive. I thought she excused her son constantly.
I had never complained to her about him.
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