Chapter 143: What We KeepCassandraWe sat with Mom’s message for a long time after the phone went dark.The offer was simple. Money for a bus. Money for a short rental somewhere else. Distance from the relatives who kept testing the door. No lectures. No demands to come home. Just an exit.Alexander leaned forward on the edge of the mattress, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. I stayed beside him with my hands resting over the small curve of my stomach. Thirteen weeks. The baby was the size of a lemon now. Real enough to change every decision we made.“I don’t want to take her money,” I said finally. “Not because I’m proud. Because every time we let them in, even sideways, they start thinking they still have a vote.”“I know.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “But Carol already warned us. The store is starting to feel the rumors. The family isn’t getting bored. If we stay, we stay knowing the pressure continues. If we leave, we leave on our terms with a plan, not because they
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