wasn’t yours!” he shouted the moment he saw me. His voice cracked on the last word.
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I closed the door behind me slowly and set my bag down. I didn’t yell back. I didn’t cry. Something inside me went calm, steady, like the center of a storm.
“It is mine, honey,” I said softly.
His hands curled into fists. “Then who?” he demanded. “Who is he, Emma?”
“There is no one else,” I said, meeting his eyes. “There never has been.”
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