Part 2
The next morning—hours before boarding a luxury European honeymoon entirely paid for by Carol—Ethan called.
“Hey, Mom? We were wondering… when can you help out with the down payment for our house?”
Not a thank-you.
Not an apology.
Just another transaction.
That was the last conversation he had with the version of me who begged to be loved.
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