Just as Nate was about to read the document, his phone rang.Selena's panicked voice spilled through the speaker. "Nate, my stomach hurts... can you come get me? Please? I'm really scared…"Without a second thought, he responded, "I'll be right there."He soothed her anxiously, didn't glance back at the page, picked up the pen and scribbled his signature in haste, then rushed out the door without another word.I watched his retreating figure and let out a cold, quiet laugh.'So this is how it ends. This house, this family—finally gone.'That afternoon, Nate sent a message. He'd arranged for a courier to deliver our daughter's birthday present.When I opened the package, I froze. It was a Barbie doll.Last year, during a company retreat, I brought our daughter along.Selena, behind my back, took her into a haunted house. Inside, actors dressed as grotesque Barbie dolls had terrified her so badly, she sobbed uncontrollably.Selena, annoyed, left her there—alone—in the dark for
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