“Never,” I said immediately. “I love you children. This situation is between the adults.”
“Mom says you don’t want us anymore.”
I closed my eyes.
That evening, I sent Daniel one email:
You may be angry with me. You may not lie to my grandchildren about my love for them. If it happens again, future visits will happen only through a formal schedule.
Two weeks later, Daniel came to my house alone.
No Madison.
No threats.
He stood on my porch with exhausted eyes and a face that looked older than before.
“I didn’t realize how much we dumped on you,” he admitted quietly.
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