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the room.
My pregnant daughter ran into my office, her face covered in fresh b:ruises. Her husband, a beloved local politician, casually strolled in behind her, shutting the door.
“You leave me, I bury your mother’s company. I take the baby. I make you look insane.”
Grant turned gray.
Elena gripped my sleeve.
“You said it would never matter,” she whispered. “You said nobody would care.”
I looked at her. “I cared.”
Another clip rolled.
