Madeline:“You know, I’m really sorry, Madeline, and I truly am. I know you’re probably thinking I said the same thing last time, but trust me, it’s not that I like hurting you. It’s just that the way you speak to my mother, it hurts me,” Yuvonne commented, carrying a fake smile on her lips.We’d finished dinner. The kids were already in bed, and now we sat in the living room, sharing a glass of wine.Sawyer sat right next to me, holding my hand so tightly that I had to keep the wine glass in my left hand.Baxter, on the other hand, barely spoke the entire evening.He had eaten silently, and now he sat alone in the big recliner with his glass of wine, staring out the window at the road instead of joining the conversation.Yuvonne was the only one who seemed excited, sitting on the edge of the couch across from us, holding her glass in both hands, her elbows and forearms resting on her thighs, her hands stretched forward.“So you’re justifying your mother’s actions then?” I asked.I ha
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