“Yeah.”
“We were engaged.”
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I hated hearing it, but I trusted that answer more than the softened versions that came before it.
For a moment, I looked at Connor and wondered how well I actually knew my husband.
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When we got home, Molly was sitting on our front steps.
Connor stopped.
“Mom, why are you here?”
Molly was sitting on our front steps.
“I wanted to see if Shannon was okay.”
I looked at her.
“You stole our balloon.”
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Molly stood.
“I know, but if I hadn’t taken it, you might never have found out about Lauren.”
I shook my head.
“You stole our balloon.”
“You don’t get credit for discovering a problem because you ignored us. You took a moment Connor and I had been waiting months for, and you made it yours because waiting made you uncomfortable.”
Molly looked down.
“When Connor was little, I knew everything. After his father left, knowing where Connor was made me feel safe.”
“I still need you to stop. There was no second balloon, Molly. You took something from us that we don’t get to redo. This still isn’t about Connor growing up.”
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“I still need you to stop.”
