“If anything ever happens… you won’t leave me, okay?”
“Mom, come on. Of course not. You’re my mom. I’ll talk to Amber.”
Somewhere deep inside, a flicker of doubt stirred—about Amber. I pushed it aside. We signed the papers within a week. I thought we’d grow close again. That we’d become a family under one roof. And then Thomas left for an extended business trip… and life became unbearable.
I remember exactly what Thomas said before he left: “Mom, please don’t argue with Amber. She’s a bit tired. Just like you. Try to find common ground.”
The first two days, we managed to keep things civil. I baked small pies. Even offered to make broth for the baby.
“No-no,” Amber wrinkled her nose.
“We’re on a gluten-free diet. And the baby’s eating intuitively.”
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