“Mom, we met a really nice lady!” Ava said.
“She had tons of toys,” Mason added. “And games and puzzles!”
I looked at Richard.
“A friend of mine works with children,” he said smoothly. “I thought they’d enjoy it.”
I didn’t question it. I wish I had.
Later, he started talking about schools—private ones, with better opportunities.
“That could be amazing for them,” I admitted.
“I’ll find the right place,” he said. “Money isn’t an issue.”
Those words stayed with me, comforting me more than they should have.
I didn’t realize how dangerous they were.
On our wedding day, everything looked beautiful. Soft lights, cream-colored flowers, a perfect setting.
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