Wendy Lane looked at me. Insatiable greed filled her gaze.I looked at her with an uneasy sense of unfamiliarity.Seeing me staring blankly, she stepped closer. “What’s wrong? Are you tired?”“No.” I forced down the rising nausea and turned to touch Xeno Franklin’s head.The child I had raised for six years turned his head away to avoid my hand. He glanced past Wendy and asked, “Mom, where’s Mr. Carter? Didn’t he say he would come see me?”He was openly cold and distant with me, but completely warm and affectionate when he mentioned Matthew Carter.A sharp pang stabbed my heart again.“He’ll be here soon,” Wendy said with a reassuring smile. She turned to me and got straight to the point. “Honey, about the school district apartment, you…”My voice was tight. “Even the older apartments near the top elementary school cost 6,000 to 7,000 dollars per square foot. 3,000,000 dollars won’t even cover the down payment. That’s a huge burden.”“Oh, honey, you have to keep the long-term
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