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I can’t help but laugh bitterly: “Beg you? Was Tommy naturally conceived by me alone? Aren’t you his father too?
“Is caring for our child solely my responsibility? Don’t you have any?
“Do you have any idea how psychologically damaged our son has become?”
Kevin frowns again, pressing his lips together.
He grabs his coat and storms out, slamming the door, as if I’m some crazy shrew.
The notebook where Tommy wrote about wanting me to disappear still lies on the sofa.
Kevin left the study light on too.
It’s always like this. Whenever there’s a problem to solve, he either says one careless word to set me off, watching me lose it. Or he simply turns his back and walks away, slamming the door.
Tommy is woken by the slamming door. He walks out barefoot, standing in the doorway staring in the direction his dad left.
He comes to my side, picks up the notebook I tossed on the sofa.
He shows no concern that I might have seen what he wrote. He just frowns and accuses me:
“Mom, why did you make Dad angry again?”
I ignore him. The sound of a car starting comes from downstairs.
After a fow zove a black sedan creeds away
12:35 PM
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