“I’m going to do everything in my power to fix this,” he whispered to me. “I’ll be back soon.”
Almost two hours later, he returned.
I rushed downstairs, eager to ask what had happened. When I stepped into the kitchen, he was speaking on the phone.
“Mom, I’m home,” he was saying, his voice calm in a way that was disturbingly opposite to the fury on his face. “Come over. I have a SURPRISE for you.”
Carol arrived half an hour later.
“Daniel, I’m here for my surprise!” she called out, walking past me like I didn’t exist. “I had to cancel a dinner reservation, so this better be good.”
Daniel held up a large garbage bag.
When he opened it, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was full of Emma’s hats.
“It took me nearly an hour to search your apartment building’s dumpster, but I found them,” he said, holding up a pastel yellow hat, one of the first Emma had made. “This isn’t just a child practicing a hobby — it’s an endeavor to bring some light into the lives of sick children. And you destroyed it.”
Carol sneered. “You went dumpster-diving for this? Really, Daniel, you’re being ridiculously dramatic over a bag of ugly hats.”
“They’re not ugly, and you didn’t just insult the project…” His voice dropped. “You insulted MY daughter. You broke her heart, and you—”
“Oh, please!” Carol snapped. “She’s not your daughter.”
Daniel froze. He looked at Carol like he was finally seeing the truth about her, finally realizing that she’d never stop targeting Emma.
“Get out,” he said. “We’re done.”
“What?” Carol sputtered.
“You heard me,” Daniel snapped. “You don’t talk to Emma anymore, and you don’t visit.”
Carol’s face turned scarlet. “Daniel! I’m your mother! You can’t do this over some… yarn!”
“And I’m a father,” he shot back, “to a ten-year-old girl who needs me to protect her from YOU.”
Carol turned to me and said something unbelievable.
“Are you really letting him do this?”
“Absolutely. You chose to be toxic, Carol, and this is the least of what you deserve.”
Carol’s jaw dropped. She glanced from me to Daniel, and finally seemed to realize that she’d lost.
“You’ll regret this,” she said, and then she stormed out, slamming the front door so hard the picture frames rattled on the wall.
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