clicked shut.

I stood in the center of the dining room, staring at the half-eaten cake, my hands shaking.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry, Lucas. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“It was perfect,” he said. “Until she opened her mouth.”

I looked at him. “What are we going to do? We can’t lose our home.”

He walked over and hugged me.

When he pulled continue reading …

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