« I love you more. »
She ran to the garage. Mark followed with his keys and tackle box. »Dad and I have to catch a monster. »
Denise watched me from the table.
« You know she loves you too, right? »
I stared into my coffee. « I know. I just wish loving me came with secret handshakes and cinnamon rolls. »
Denise touched my arm. « You’re her mother, Dani. »
By noon, Mark came home alone.
The front door slammed so hard a picture frame fell from the hallway table.
« Dani! »
I dropped the laundry basket.
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