At first, everything seemed perfect.
Richard spent time with my kids, and they liked him.
One Saturday, he took them out for the afternoon. When they came back, they were excited.
“Mom, we met a really nice lady!” Ava said.
“She had tons of toys,” Mason added. “And games and puzzles!”
I looked at Richard.
“A friend of mine works with children,” he said smoothly. “I thought they’d enjoy it.”
I didn’t question it. I wish I had.
Later, he started talking about schools—private ones, with better opportunities.
“That could be amazing for them,” I admitted.
“I’ll find the right place,” he said. “Money isn’t an issue.”
Those words stayed with me, comforting me more than they should have.
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