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The house we bought together.
Our SUV.
My bakery shares.
Even the necklace he gave me on our tenth anniversary.
But the line that shattered me completely was this:
PRIMARY CUSTODY REQUESTED FOR MINOR CHILD HOWARD WHITMORE.
“No…” I whispered.
Howard looked up. “Mom?”
I quickly wiped my tears. “Nothing, sweetheart.”
But children always know.
That night, after continue reading …
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