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Thomas and Lila arrived with a store-bought cake and stiff, practiced smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. “Happy birthday, Mom!” Thomas kissed my cheek. “You look tired.
Lila set the cake down. “We should really think about getting you some help. Maybe a cleaning lady?”
I poured coffee with steady, controlled hands, though inside I felt something tightening.
“That’s thoughtful.”
