Miriam pov“Why does he act like that?”I paused mid-step, turning slowly to look at Susan.“Act like what?” I asked, though I already knew where this was going.She folded her arms, leaning against the kitchen counter as she watched me closely.“Like your child doesn’t exist,” she said bluntly.I rolled my eyes and walked past her, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.“Don’t start,” I muttered, twisting the cap open.“I’m serious, Miriam,” she continued, following me into the living room. “Every time you mention him, it’s always some excuse. He’s busy. He’s stressed. He’ll come around. Or probably when he wants to use you. Like… when exactly?”I took a sip of water, ignoring her for a second before dropping onto the couch.“I guess he’s going through some stuff right now,” I said casually.Susan blinked.“Going through stuff?” she repeated. “Miriam, he has a son.”I shrugged. “And?”“And that should matter!” she snapped. “You make it sound like it’s optional.”I leaned back, s
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