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they wanted me to be. I made breakfast. I canceled my remaining meetings. I slept beside Elena and listened as she finally told me everything.
The refrigerator was empty. My wife’s hands were trembling. And upstairs, my daughter was livestreaming her new designer bag, bought with the money meant for food. “Dad won’t do anything,” Mia whispered to her boyfriend.
Mia had taken Elena’s bank card “for groceries.”
Then she changed the delivery app password.
Then she told the housekeeper not to come because “Mom needed privacy.”
