I smiled on reflex.
Then she said the name.
“Scott.”
My stomach dropped through the floor.
“My Scott?”
She nodded, grinning like she’d won the lottery. “It just happened. He reached out. He gets me. And since you two are over…”
Everything after that sounded like it was underwater.
My twenty-four-year-old daughter was dating my forty-year-old ex-husband.
Sixteen years apart. My child.
I opened my mouth to scream, to beg, to say anything, but she cut me off with four words I’ll never forget:
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